Sienna stared at the letter.

Lorenzo's handwriting. His words. His threat.

From prison. Maximum security. Where he was supposed to be isolated. Unable to contact anyone.

But here it was. Physical proof he still had reach. Still had power.

"Sienna?" Dante's voice came from the nursery. "Everything okay?"

She couldn't answer. Couldn't move. Just stood there holding the letter.

Footsteps. Then Dante was beside her. "What's wrong?"

She handed him the letter. Watched his face as he read. Watched the anger flash. Then the calculation. Then something harder.

"He's in prison," Dante said flatly. "Maximum security. This is just a desperate attempt to scare us."

"It's working."

"It shouldn't. He...