The news reached Alejandro’s phone at midnight.

He was in his study, reviewing contracts when Lucas’ call came in.

“Boss, you need to hear this. Clara Stanton was in an accident tonight. She survived it, but—” Lucas paused. “It’s bad. Spinal cord injury. The doctors are saying she’s paralyzed from the neck down. And there’s brain damage.”

Alejandro set down his pen slowly. “Where is she?”

“City General. Margaret’s with her.” Another pause. “There’s more. They found her phone at the scene. She’d been taking photos of the gallery where you and Ma’am Elise were. They think she was following you.”

A cold chill settled in Alejandro’s chest. “So she...