Lena's POV
Damian was already moving.
Not frantically — he didn't do frantic. But with the particular velocity of a man who has made a decision and removed all obstacles between himself and acting on it. He was on the phone before I'd fully processed the message, his voice doing the low, clipped thing it did when the situation required immediate response and no wasted breath.
I looked at Sophia.
She'd read the message over my shoulder. Her face had gone still in a way that had nothing performative in it.
"He knows I'm here," she said.
"Yes."
"How?"
I thought about it. The devices Reeves had found — audio, visual. But those had been removed. The intruder last night. The open phone line during the restaurant meeting.
Victor's reach into this house was not fully mapped.
"Unknown," I
