Athena sat frozen, her chest tightening as Margaret's words echoed through the phone like the tolling of a bell. Missing.
It did not make sense. She thought sharply. She had been careful, more careful than she had ever been with anything else in her life when she picked the place with Lucas–not wanting any backlash that might affect them after the court case at the elders' council.
The family of three had been sent to a location buried beneath layers of secrecy, hidden even from allies, tucked away in anonymity. No paper trail. No whispers. No chance of a breach. Only her old CIA contacts had the coordinates. Not even Aiden knew the full address–But only because he wasn't interested in it.
And yet—
Her throat closed. Her mind stumbled over the thought. How had they been found? Who could have possibly pierced the veil?
