Garrick woke us before dawn, and the particular gray stillness of his face when he knocked told me, before he'd said a single word, that whatever peace we'd built over the last several weeks had just run directly into something worse than anything we'd already survived.
"You need to see this," he said, setting a thick, water-stained ledger down on the kitchen island — the same one recovered from Vivienne's southern property weeks earlier, apparently only now fully decoded. "I had our best people working through the encryption since her capture. I wish I'd pushed them harder."
Ronan flipped it open, and I watched his expression shift as he scanned the first several pages — not shock, exactly, something colder, the particular stillness of a man recalculating the size of a threat he'd belie
