Vespera's POV
I stared at Damon's phone, unable to ignore the photograph of us in the living room or the warning about my mother. Someone had bypassed the packhouse security without triggering an alert.
After seven years of running, I knew danger when I saw it, and this felt worse than the hunters at the northern fence. They had wanted to capture me. Whoever sent these messages already knew exactly where I was.
"What does it mean?" Damon asked.
"I'm hoping you have a theory rather than expecting me to solve your problems before breakfast." I said as I looked up.
"Both possibilities were under consideration." He said.
"How reassuring." I said.
"The angle suggests it was taken from the corridor outside this room." He said as he studied the photograph again.
"Or from inside the livi
