Lucien's POV

The call came at 7:42 AM.

I was still in bed, Camila curled against my side, her hair spilling across my chest. I'd spent the last twenty minutes watching her breathe.

My phone vibrated on the nightstand. Rafael.

I slipped out carefully, tucking the blanket around her before stepping into the hallway.

"This better be important."

"Harrington pulled out," Rafael said. "Statement went out ten minutes ago."

A cold weight settled in my stomach. "Forward it."

The email ...