The door slammed open.
Damian strode in first, his expression carved from stone, a storm behind his eyes.
Mud splattered his boots, his gloves streaked with ash. In his hand a small, velvet jewelry box.
Luca straightened immediately. Sophia froze mid-step, reading the danger in his silence.
Isabella's heart pounded. "Damian… what is that?"
He didn't answer. He placed the box on the table gently, almost too carefully as though it might explode.
Isabella's eyes widened.
"That's my bracelet box.
My father gave it to me years ago."
Sophia's gaze darted between them.
"Wait.
That's where the tracker was?"
Damian nodded once, the muscle in his jaw ticking.
"Hidden inside the clasp hinge.
Sophisticated, shielded and whoever planted it had access to her personal belongings."
Luca cursed under his breath.
"So someone in Romano's circle has been feeding intel."
"No," Damian said darkly.
"Someone close to Isabella has."
Isabella's breath hitched.
