"There's a way to know for certain, right now, tonight."
Corinne stood in the doorway of the small study Lucien had led us into, a slim folder in her hands, her expression unreadable.
"What way," Lucien said.
"Blood." She set the folder down on the desk between us. "When Elena was admitted, we ran a full panel before the surgery began, standard protocol for any patient undergoing reconstruction that invasive. If Damien's blood is anywhere in a pack registry, even under an assumed identity, a direct comparison would tell us within hours whether the resemblance Marcus's contact noticed is coincidence or something else."
"He's not in any registry," Marcus said. "Not under any name I've found so far."
"Then we need a sample directly," Corinne said. "Something he's touched. A cup. A blade.
