(Lena’s POV)

The envelope sat between them like a challenge neither was willing to acknowledge first. The silence that followed was precise, sharp, almost elegant in its cruelty.

Victoria rested her manicured fingers on the table’s edge, her expression calm and inviting. “You made quite the summons, Damian. I was half expecting armed guards when I arrived.”

Damian stood at the head of the table, his face unreadable beneath the cold light filtering through the tall windows. “You ...