His hand moved quickly, grabbing his phone from the table. He didn't hesitate. He dialed Lucian's number, his jaw tight.
It rang once. Twice.
"Damien?" Lucian's voice came through immediately. "Did you find something?"
"Yeah," Damien said, his voice low and tense. "But you're not going to like it."
Lucian's tone sharpened. "What happened?"
Damien exhaled slowly, his eyes still locked on the screen. "I was tracing the number. Got close. Really close. And then the screen went black."
"Black?" Lucian repeated.
"Yeah," Damien said. "And then a message appeared. 'Stop looking.'"
Silence.
Damien could hear Lucian's breathing on the other end, steady but controlled. He was thinking. Processing.
"They know you're tracing them," Lucian said finally, his voice cold.
"They know more than t
