Gianna frowned at Sandro's words, at the implication threaded through them.
What was going on? Who sent who what?
The questions crowded her mind all at once. She saw the same confusion mirrored on her best friend's face, then reflected again on the faces of the others scattered around the living room.
Sandro sighed, a tired breath pushed slowly from his mouth when he realized Zane wasn't going to defend himself, wasn't going to offer a single explanation—just as he had suspected earlier and said before their expedition.
Good thing he had followed him.
"From an anonymous texter," Sandro said at last, voice steady despite the heaviness in his eyes, "but Antonio was behind it. He and Herbert."
Gianna's jaw slackened.
She barely registered Athena staggering back at the mention of that name—one of her greatest nemeses, the chief one, if there was one, among the living.
"How…" Athena stammered, her face draining of color.
