Seraphina POV
The call came through Lucien's phone.
I watched his face change, not the way most people's faces change when bad news arrives. With Lucien, it was quiet. A stillness that replaced stillness. Like the difference between a calm sea and a frozen one.
He ended the call and looked at me.
"Your father didn't go home," he said. "He went to the docks."
I already knew what that meant. Not because of the name, not the years of history Lucien was carrying that I didn't yet fully know or understand. But I knew Alistair Carter didn't go anywhere without a reason that cost someone something.
"Go," I said.
Lucien looked at me. "The shareholder event…"
"I'll handle it."
"Seraphina." My name in his mouth, that particular way he said it when he thought I was about to do something he couldn't control.
"Lucien," I said it back the same way. Flat. Certain.
