Damian's POV
We got back to the estate at one in the morning.
The drive was quiet — Reeves focused on the road, checking mirrors with the automatic frequency of someone who'd been doing it for hours and wasn't ready to stop. Lena beside me in the back, phone in her hand, looking at the message again.
Watch your back.
Three words that had shifted everything about how the evening ended. Not the process — that had concluded as well as we could have managed. Marcus talking, the recorder running, Gabriel's account in the room, Victor staying.
All of that was done.
But whoever had been standing outside the Alderton building looking up at that window — whoever had sent those three words to a number they shouldn't have had — that wasn't done.
We went inside.
The estate was quiet in the spe
