Sage

I remembered last night all too clearly.

I’d been at the laptop for hours, digging deeper into the Ripper files—cross-referencing old reports with Alec’s known aliases, pulling financial trails, anything that might lead to Darius. The screen glow burned my eyes, but I couldn’t stop.

My phone rang, shattering the silence.

It was Father.

I answered on the second ring. “Yeah.”

“Are you insane?” he roared, voice booming through the speaker loud enough that I pulled the phone away from my ear. “What the hell have you done?”

I arched a brow, leaning back in the chair. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

He let out a...