“He’s been covering her tracks for years. Paying people off. He’s terrified of whatever she’s holding over him.”
Emery clenched her jaw, trying to process it.
She’d suspected Owen of something — but this?
“Gabriel, she’s blackmailing him,” Emery whispered. “Something about what he did before I left the country. Something in the hospital records.”
Gabriel turned his head toward her. “Then she’s close. She knows how to find you now.”
Her hands trembled. “She can’t. Not after —”
“She already has,” he said quietly.
“The man who attacked me used to work for Cole Industries.”
Everything inside her went cold.
Cole Industries. Damian’s empire.
Emery’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“You mean… Damian?”
Gabriel looked at her, his jaw tightening. “He’s not dead, Emery. And if Clara’s workin
