Lena's POV
I stared at the message.
This isn't over. Tell him I want what's mine.
No name. No number I recognised. The kind of message that was designed to do exactly what it was doing — land in the middle of something significant and poison it. Reduce everything that had just happened in this kitchen to background noise behind a new threat.
I put the phone face down on the table.
Damian was watching me.
"Victor?" I said.
"Unknown," he said. But something in his eyes suggested the unknown was a formality — that he had a read on it already and didn't like the answer.
"Marcus," I said.
He was quiet.
"He found out about Catherine," I said. "Faster than we expected."
"He has people everywhere," Damian said. "I know which ones now — or most of them. But he's had years to build what h
