Isabelle’s POV
The photograph trembled in my hands. Nathan—my sweet boy—blindfolded, vulnerable, and so far out of reach.
The handwritten message beneath his image echoed in my mind.
“You were warned. Now listen.”
A cold knot twisted in my stomach. Walter.
This was him. It had to be.
I felt Damion’s presence behind me before I heard him speak. His voice was low, dangerous. “Let me see it.”
I handed him the photograph with shaky fingers, my breath shallow.
The moment his eyes scanned the image, his entire body stiffened. His jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding. The hand holding the photo curled into a fist, crumpling the paper slightly as his gaze darkened with rage.
“Damion,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “What do we do? He’s my son. Our son—”
“What?!” He tu
