"Don't move."
Celeste froze. Someone was in her room. In the dark.
"Who's there?"
A lamp clicked on. Damien sat in the corner chair.
"How did you get in here?" she whispered.
"Picked the lock. Guards are idiots." He stood up. "We need to go. Now."
"I can't. They'll kill you if I run."
"They're going to kill me anyway. And you. And your dad."
"You know about my dad?"
"That's why I'm here." He moved to the door. Listened. "I found proof. About Rylan. About everything."
"What proof?"
He pulled out a folder. "Financial records. Rylan's been funding operations against both families. For years. The Belmonts paid him to start the war."
Celeste looked through the papers. Bank transfers. Emails. Contracts.
"Is this real?"
"Yeah. And there's more. Your dad. He's not in the sub-basement
