Chapter 91

• The engine growled, cut out, and the world went quiet except for the sound of the mansion’s gates closing behind them. Ryan’s grip was too tight on the steering wheel; his knuckles had gone white.
• Lucia moved first. The door slammed like a gunshot, her heels clicking the marble all the way to the foyer. She didn’t look at him. She didn’t say anything. The ankle monitor winked at him.. a dull, impossible reminder of everything that had happened in less than a day.
• He killed the engine and watched her go, every step a countdown. He followed, not because he wanted to, more because he couldn’t let her walk into the house alone. Whatever came next, he wanted to be there.