Elena's POV
"Say that again. Slowly."
I pulled on yesterday's clothes and made my way toward the voices, finding Ruth pacing near the small kitchen window, phone pressed to her ear, her expression tight with concentration rather than the outright alarm I'd braced myself for. Damian stood nearby, arms crossed, watching her with the same coiled attention.
"What's happening?" I asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt whatever Ruth was hearing on the other end of the line.
Damian glanced over, and something in his expression eased slightly at the sight of me, though the tension in his shoulders didn't fully disappear. "Ruth's contact confirmed the men from last night have moved on. They cleared out of the area sometime before dawn. No further activity has been reported near your building s
