Marlowe’s POV

My phone camera makes that crisp little snap, and the screen fills with exactly what I came for: Sienna and Vivienne restrained, helpless, arranged neatly beside each other like a pair meant to be displayed.

Two daughters. Two leverage points.

Vivienne hasn’t come around. Her head is tipped at an ugly angle, dried blood dark on her temple. Sienna, though—she’s fully present, glaring hard enough to set the room on fire if hatred ...