Wren's Pov
He didn't answer it in front of me.
Damian stepped into the hallway with the phone already at his ear, and I heard exactly four words through the door before his voice dropped too low to follow Silas. This is unexpected and then nothing but the low, controlled cadence of a man giving away as little of himself as possible to a person who'd spent a lifetime learning to read weakness out of silence.
I stood at the window instead of following him, because some part of rule four had apparently taught me patience I didn't used to have, and watched the city instead of watching the door, and tried not to think about the fact that my uncle now had a phone number I'd been told, repeatedly, did not exist for anyone outside Damian's most trusted circle.
He came back four minutes later,
