The room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that hummed like a warning before a storm.
Lila stiffened.
Luke noticed immediately. “You’re jumpy,” he said, his voice low, curious. “That the same number that’s been calling you?”
Damien’s eyes sharpened. “It is, isn’t it?”
The phone buzzed again.
Lila’s hand twitched. “I’ll call back later.”
“No,” Damien said sharply. “Answer it.”
She didn’t move.
Luke leaned forward, studying her. “Who keeps calling you, Lila?”
“It’s nothing—”
“Then answer it,” Damien cut in.
She shook her head. “Not now. Not in front of you two.”
That was the wrong thing to say.
Damien stood, his voice dropping. “Why not in front of us?”
Lila’s throat went dry. “Because it’s private.”
Luke’s expression darkened. “Private? You’ve been dodging calls for days. What
