"No."
The word tore from Amelia's throat.
The tablet slipped from her hands and crashed onto the floor.
Nobody cared.
Nobody moved to pick it up.
Because nothing mattered except one thing.
Jethro.
Gone.
Again.
The room erupted into motion.
Security officers rushed toward communication devices.
Orders filled the air.
Footsteps echoed through the mansion.
But Amelia heard none of it.
All she could see was the image of the empty bed.
The open window.
The note.
HE BELONGS WITH HIS FAMILY.
A cold chill ran down her spine.
Family.
The word felt deliberate.
Personal.
Targeted.
Not written by a random kidnapper.
Written by someone who knew exactly who Jethro was.
Or thought they did.
Damien was already moving.
His face had become terrifyingly calm.
The kind of calm that
