. They slowly parted as the SUV approached, the inf
th, their branches trimmed into perfect, rigid arches. The estate
the shadows, holding massive black umb
the gravel, then stepped up onto the pristine mar
carved into the stone, was the Barron family crest
light from the crystal chandelier inside was bli
ahead, leading her t
house. A woman in a silk robe was throwing a crystal
ron shrieked, her face twisted in r
ntrum surrounded by millions of dollars of art. Her expres
otsteps slow, measured, heavy. They cam
ent. Beatrice's next sc
fabric tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders. He moved with the lazy confidence of
epmother, ignoring the staff. They locke
jacket. The canvas shoes. But mostly, he took in her
nge irritation prickled at the b
ng his voice low. "Sir, w
They were slender, but covered in tiny ni
ont of her. He was a full head taller, forcing
d. His voice was a low rumble, laced with skepticis
eyes, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
ucked in a breath. Nobody spok
, a dark, twisted curiosity sparked in his
The road is out. I need
r voice. "She's a fraud!
ntirely. He kept his eyes o
wasn't offering her a guest room. He was tak

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