LILY'S POV
Petra called at seven in the morning three days later.
I knew from the way Owen's face changed when he answered that it wasn't small news.
He listened for forty seconds. Said three words. Hung up.
Then he looked at Mason.
"They have the name," he said.
Mason put down his coffee.
"Who," he said.
Owen looked at me first. Just for a second. The kind of look that meant what he was about to say was going to land differently depending on who was in the room and he was deciding how to manage that.
"Owen," Mason said. Quiet and final.
"Damon Vael," Owen said. "Callum's former second in command."
The kitchen went completely still.
I looked at Mason.
His face had done something I hadn't seen it do before, not anger. Something underneath both of those things that was older and
