Lana stared into the fire, her mind turning over every piece of information she had gathered. The estate. The security. The people who mattered. She knew more than she had yesterday, but not enough.
Not yet.
She tapped a finger against her knee, willing herself to stay patient. Rushing would get her killed. She needed to move carefully, methodically. Dean was a man who saw everything as a test, a game. And if that was the case, she would play.
The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows along the room’s ornate walls. Sebastian’s visit had shifted something in the air. She had been so focused on Dean, on Elena, that she hadn’t considered the weight of his second-in-command. Now she knew better.
Sebastian wasn’t just an enforcer. He was a strategist.
And he didn’t trust her.
Lana let
