"The case is still unclear, but it happened this afternoon, just a few hours ago. Also, your grandmother visited the Vaughns," Lucas relayed dutifully. He stood rigid, his usual professional mask cracked just enough to show that the news had come as a genuine shock to him.
Alina looked from Damian to Lucas, her heart hammering against her ribs. Fear was visible in her eyes as the tension in the room hung in the air like poison. Everything was moving too fast.
She felt a wave of confusion wash over her, puzzled by the strange, violent happenings that seemed to follow the Thorn name wherever it went.
Damian nodded slowly, his mind clearly working through the strategic implications. He reached down and picked up his white shirt, which was lying discarded on the couch. "Prepare the conference call, Lucas. Have you checked up on Elena?" he asked, pulling the fabric over his shoulders.
