Lena's POV
We left Farrell's office at four in the morning.
The lawyer stayed — there was more work to do, threads to pull, the broker's name to run through independent sources before morning. She'd call when there was something to report. She said it with the calm of a woman for whom four in the morning was simply an inconvenient time rather than an impossible one.
We drove back to the estate in the particular silence of people who have been through something long and are not yet ready to process it aloud.
Reeves drove.
Damian and I sat in the back.
At some point — I couldn't have said exactly when — his hand found mine again in the dark of the car. Not brief this time. He just held it and looked out his window at the city passing and I looked out mine and we didn't speak.
It was t
