"What word."
Lucien's phone was still in his hand, his knuckles pale around it.
"Found."
The single syllable landed in the small room like something physical, and for a moment I couldn't make my mouth work at all.
"Found," I repeated. "That's it. Just found."
"That's it."
"Whoever did this knows I'm alive. They know what I look like before the surgery. They had access to a locked records room in a hospital your family owns." My voice was climbing, and I forced it back down, aware of how thin the walls were, aware that anyone could be listening the way I'd listened to Chloe and Alaric the past two nights. "Lucien, that's not a rumor anymore. That's someone standing close enough to touch me."
"I know."
"Then who."
"I don't know yet." He pocketed the phone, already moving toward the
