I was nursing Leo while Noah slept against my thigh and Samuel hiccupped in the bassinet. My body still felt like it belonged to someone else. My hands shook from exhaustion. The world outside the nursery seemed far away and vicious.
Then my phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number.
You think you won.
I stared at it.
Another message appeared.
You have no idea what I know about your family.
I showed it to Mara, who had taken over my father’s study with three associates and enough documents to bury a dynasty.
She read it once.
“Adrian?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
“How can you tell?”
“Adrian threatens like a man kicking furniture. This is different.”
The phone buzzed again.
Ask your father about Black Harbor.
Mara went completely still.
I looked at her. “What is Black Harbor?”
For the first time since I had met her, Mara did not answer immediately.
