Damien's POV
Carter.
I said his name once in my head and let it sit there and felt the shape of it change from an " ally to a question mark in the space of about four seconds.
Sophia was already thinking about it. I could see it in her face, that quiet focused recalibration she did when something shifted and she was updating every prior conclusion in real time.
"It might not be him," she said.
"It might not be," I said.
Neither of us believed that.
"Who else was in that estate tonight," she said. "Walk me through it. Everyone."
"Us. Remy. Carter." I paused. "The portrait of Victoria's grandmother but I'm ruling her out."
Sophia's mouth did the thing that was almost a smile even when everything was terrible. I filed that away because I was apparently filing everything about her now
