"Father," Amara responded, inclining her head slightly. She took a seat opposite him, her posture straight and attentive. Lucas stood a few steps behind her, a silent sentinel.
Vincent studied his daughter for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face. "I hear you've been making some interesting alliances."
Amara's eyes flicked to Lucas before returning to her father. "If you're referring to Rowan, he's a means to an end."
Vincent's expression remained neutral, but his eyes darkened slightly. "He's a Falcone. They are dangerous, even when they appear helpful."
"I know," Amara said firmly. "But we need him. He's our best chance to get closer to the pendant we need."
Vincent leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled. "Oh, how?"
Amara hesitated, glancing at Lucas again. He gave her
