"No. No, no, no."
Sienna's hands were shaking so hard she nearly dropped the phone. The photo of her father stared back at her, his face a mass of purple bruises, one eye swollen completely shut. Blood crusted at the corner of his mouth.
He looked small. Broken.
Nothing like the powerful man who used to lift her onto his shoulders when she was little, who told her she could be anything she wanted.
Dante leaned over, his eyes narrowing at the screen. "When did Julian send this?"
"Just now." Her voice cracked. "They have my father, Dante. They're going to kill him."
"Let me see the message."
She handed him the phone with trembling fingers. He read Julian's text, his jaw working like he was chewing glass.
"Julian knew," Dante said quietly. "He knew exactly where your father was. Which
