Vespera’s POV
By the time we returned to Blackthorne territory, the sun had disappeared behind the mountains, leaving the packhouse glowing beneath the security lights.
Damon spent most of the drive on the phone with Callum, arranging for their financial team to examine the records from my father's book. The security department would handle the transport coordinates, while another trusted employee would review the transfer authorizations, and nobody would receive enough information to understand the entire operation.
For once, I couldn't complain about his approach, although I still intended to have a serious discussion about the tracker in my shoe.
Possibly with a knife. Possibly several.
“You're awfully quiet.” Damon remarked as we crossed the entrance hall.
“I'm planning your fune
