Lucian's car moved fast through the city streets, weaving between lanes. His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel. His mind was racing, going through options, plans, ways to get Georgia out of this safely.
Someone was watching her. Right now. From somewhere close. And that meant they were vulnerable. Exposed.
Lucian grabbed his phone from the cup holder, keeping one hand on the wheel. He dialed Damien's number without looking.
It rang twice before Damien answered. "Lucian? What's going on?"
"Georgia got another message," Lucian said, his voice clipped. "Two, actually. First one said 'tick tock.' Second one told her to close her blinds. Said the view from where they are is distracting."
Damien went quiet for a second. Then he cursed under his breath. "They're watching h
