Jake’s POV
As we arrived at the church, I was surprised Damien was already there. I had thought he would show up, but not early. In his black suit with black shirt, his face sallow, he was the picture of monochromatic grief.
My enforcers flanked him on either side, keeping him from entering the church. I stepped out onto the curb and approached him.
Under his arm, he carried a manila envelope, which he now passed over to me. I flipped it open at once and saw it was filled with printouts of text messages, as well as a few pages of phone call logs.
“Claire, my sister Victoria, and my Beta Ethan conspired to have my mate killed,” Damien said. His voice sounded odd, even to me who didn’t know him all that well. He sounded gruff and tired, like a man much older than he was. “Claire was the
