Georgia stared at Damien, her brows furrowing. "What do you mean? We all know Zanetti is his father. What else could be going on?"
Damien's jaw tightened. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. His eyes stayed locked on hers, serious in a way that made her chest tighten.
"I'm not talking about just knowing who his father is," Damien said slowly. "I'm talking about what Troy knew. What he might have told Zanetti before we grabbed him."
Georgia's stomach twisted. "What do you mean?"
Damien exhaled slowly, his gaze dropping to his hands for a moment before lifting back to her face. "When I had him, I tried to get information out of him. About Zanetti. About what he knew. About what he'd been planning."
Georgia's breath caught. "And?"
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