Damon's POV
"Damon—there's an urgent call."
Godson's voice was tight as he intercepted me in the hallway outside my office. My blood ran cold. Calls before daybreak rarely brought good news in my world.
I glanced at my phone. It was my secure line—never a good sign. "Patch it through to my phone," I said, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he'd hear it.
A moment later, my phone buzzed. I answered on speaker.
"Mr. Westin?" A distorted, unfamiliar voice crackled through the line. "Leave the city and resign as CEO—or your wife and twins won't live to see the morning."
My stomach dropped. "Who is this?" I demanded, though I already knew the answer.
"Your new heirs. Lucian and Celeste. They play for keeps." And then the line went dead, replaced by a grim silence in the empty corridor.
I stared at the phone as if it might explain itself. Rage and fear collided inside me. "Godson," I hissed, "get the police. Now."
