The conference room at Elena's place felt like a war room, photos spread all over the table and Lucas's tech humming in the corner. I sat across from Mikel, watching him check out the evidence of our family getting attacked, the same intense look he had at our first business meetings.
"Someone with access to both our companies," he said quietly, touching the financial records Lucas put together. "Someone who knew our security, our schedules, and where we were weak."
"Thomas Romano," I replied, still shocked by what Elena said. "My own great-uncle has been targeting Emma."
Mikel looked up, worried. "Bella, I need to tell you something. I've been looking into this for three years."
My stomach dropped. I didn't know if I could handle any more surprises tonight. "What is it?"
He grabbed a
