Damien's POV
I read the message over Sophia's shoulder.
She had tilted the screen toward me automatically, the way she did everything now, no deliberation, just instinct, and I read it twice and felt something settle in my chest that was cold and very focused.
Marcus Vale was still running.
And running people made threats.
"Don't respond," I said quietly.
"I wasn't going to," she said.
I looked at the room. Richard is still in the doorway. Diana and Lena are still three feet apart doing the careful work of twenty one years in real time. Dominic watched his father with an expression that was going to need its own conversation at a separate time.
I touched Sophia's arm.
"Come with me," I said.
We stepped into the corridor and I called Zane before the door had fully closed behind us
