Bianca Pov

“What?” Damien's voice was sharp, his brows furrowed.

“Yes. I have pictures,” I said, reaching for the folder I’d tucked in my bag earlier.

“They followed Elena to her motel last night. She had a guest… and it was Leo. He talked to her, and then—”

“Stop.” His voice cut through the air, sharp as a blade.

I froze, mid-sentence.

He was staring at me like he didn’t recognize me at all.

“You’re saying Leo Carter, my Leo, is working with ...