“What the hell does that mean?” I ask even though I know. Cade shares a look with Silas and Damon looks down to the floor.
“The problem went away on its own and I believe it was buried ten feet under.”
Fuck.
“So it can’t be the same person?”
He shakes his head slowly.
My jailbird.
I want to be with her right now. I fight off a strong urge to get up and leave the table.
But as much as I want to hold her, I want to keep her safe even more. That starts here and now, at this table, with The Firm.
“Okay.” I look Cade in the eyes. “Let’s figure this out. Ella is depending on us.”