Lena's POV
I found out about Carver by accident.
Not through Mara, not through careful observation — just the wrong place at the wrong time, which was becoming something of a pattern in this house.
I'd gone downstairs for water at midnight, the way I sometimes did when sleep decided it had better things to do. The house was quiet, the kind of deep quiet that happens at night and I'd moved through it in bare feet without turning on lights because I knew the layout well enough by now not to need them.
I was coming back up the stairs when I heard voices from the corridor adjoining Damian's office.
I stopped.
Not eavesdropping — I want to be precise about that. I stopped because the quality of the voices reached me before the words did, and the quality was wrong. Too tight, too low, the
