“Devandra Montgomery, where are you?” That deep, authoritative voice cut through Devandra the moment he put the phone to his ear.

Devandra stood frozen in his study. The crystal glass in his hand trembled. “Grandma…” he murmured, trying to sound casual. “I’m… finishing up at the office.”

“I don’t care about your office business,” his grandmother snapped quickly. “You must come home. Your grandfather wants to see you. And I want something more important — I want you to bring Vania with you.”

Devandra fell silent. His eyes stared blankly at the glass wall. Those words hit his chest harder than all the recent media attacks.

“Grandma…” his voice dropped,...