POV: Dante
Aurora sleeps two doors down from my shadow-level office, and yet I feel her breathing down my neck.
I have three windows open on my screen: an access map, her bracelet settings, and a fake report for the foundation where she is still listed as "under observation" on the twelfth floor.
"Raise the shadow level to four," I tell Sebastian over the internal channel. "Any attempt to move her official location, by anyone, has to wake me up."
"Done," he replies. "For the foundation, Aurora Vega sleeps where you say she sleeps. And for now, no one suspects the shadow level exists."
I close the chat and open her bracelet file. Before, she had a café, Umbra, my apartment, the twelfth floor. Now the map shows something much simpler: this floor, my office, medical room, small gym. Nothing else.
The line I'm crossing isn't in the system. It's in the contract.
She agreed to protection, not confinement. Today's "neutral" car made it clear to me that the difference is theoretical.
