Sable's information came in at nine in the evening.
Not through the usual channel — through Damon's phone, direct, the same channel Drake had used that morning. This was new and Damon flagged it immediately: Sable using the direct line meant either the regular channel was compromised or she was moving faster than the protocol allowed.
The message was five words.
Three more. Internal. Tonight.
She read it.
She looked at Damon.
"Three more Alphas," she said. "Making requests through internal channels."
"Drake's network," Damon said. "Inside it. Requesting — what? Exit?"
"Probably not exit directly," Remy said, from across the kitchen. He'd been at the table with Odessa when the message came and he'd looked up with the specific attentiveness of someone whose internal models have just
