Nico went completely still.
The coffee cup in his hand stopped halfway to his mouth. He set it down slowly, his eyes locked on Luca, and the expression that crossed his face was the kind that made experienced men take a step back without realizing they'd moved.
"Repeat that," Nico said quietly.
Luca held his ground. "Someone tried to cash a fraudulent wire transfer yesterday. Sunday. The routing information was traced back to documents in our estate files—specifically, the Morozov financial records you've been keeping on file."
The silence that followed had weight.
Nico's gaze shifted slowly across the breakfast table to where Mara sat with her hands folded in her lap, her coffee untouched, her face carefully neutral in the way people looked when they were trying very hard not to confirm something.
"My study," he said. His voice hadn't changed tone. It was still quiet, still controlled. "Now."
Mara stood without a word and walked toward the door.
Nico followed.
