Adrian POV
I don’t remember walking back inside the house.
One moment I’m standing in the courtyard staring at the broken drone on the metal table.
The next moment I’m in my study with Damien and Owen closing the door behind us.
The message from the drone is still burned into my mind.
Future heirs should be monitored.
Not a threat.
Not exactly.
Something worse.
A reminder.
Someone out there believes they have a claim to my child.
My hands rest on the edge of the desk.
For a few seconds, no one speaks.
Then Owen breaks the silence.
“We’re sweeping the entire estate airspace now.”
“Too late,” I say.
“Sir—”
“They already got what they wanted.”
Damien folds his arms slowly.
“Which was?”
“Proof of vulnerability.”
“Security shot it down.”
“After it reached the house.”
Sile
