For one terrible second, nobody moved.
The storm outside rattled softly against the penthouse windows while Damien stared at Roman with that horrifyingly calm expression that always meant violence was seconds away.
“Explain,” Damien said quietly.
Roman looked deeply uncomfortable.
“A delivery arrived at the Briarvale property this morning.”
My stomach tightened.
“What kind of flowers?”
Roman hesitated.
Not good.
“White lilies.”
The room went cold.
Even I knew enough to understand that.
Funeral flowers.
My pulse stumbled hard.
“You’re kidding.”
“No,” Roman said grimly.
Damien looked almost motionless now.
But I knew better already.
This was the most dangerous version of him.
Not shouting.
Not threatening.
Silent.
Controlled.
Deadly.
Elara slowly lowered her phone. “T
