Elara's POV
"You have that look," I said from the doorway.
Damien set his phone on the table. He looked at me for a moment in a way that made me stop toweling my hair and actually pay attention. Not the threat look. Something quieter and more careful than that.
"Sit down," he said.
I sat. "Who was on the phone."
"Alexander." He pulled his chair around so he was facing me directly rather than across the table. Close enough that when he leaned forward his elbows were almost touching my knees. "I need to tell you something and I need you to let me get through all of it before you respond."
My stomach tightened. "Okay."
"The number from last night. Alexander recognised the format. It connected to a man named Daniel Voss." He watched my face. "He worked with Victor in the early years. Be
