Sage
I remembered last night all too clearly.
I’d been at the laptop for hours, digging deeper into the Ripper files—cross-referencing old reports with Alec’s known aliases, pulling financial trails, anything that might lead to Darius. The screen glow burned my eyes, but I couldn’t stop.
My phone rang, shattering the silence.
It was Father.
I answered on the second ring. “Yeah.”
“Are you insane?” he roared, voice booming through the speaker loud enough that I pulled the phone away from my ear. “What the hell have you done?”
I arched a brow, leaning back in the chair. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
He let out a deep, frustrated sigh—the kind that carried years of disappointment. “Your wedding, Sage. It’s everywhere. The internet is on fire. Blood on the bride’s dress, g
