edict's suit, her tears leaving w

uard shoved me!" Kaylie sobbed, her voi

hattered his focus on the scar. He let out a

you hurt?" his voice was stiff, lacking warm

eck," she whimpered, pulling the collar of her

of intense disgust. She grabbed her bag, r

down, a silver chain slipp

ring dangled a

air left her lungs

er chest every single day for six years, a silent, burning reminder of the night that had stolen everything from her. She had touched it for reassurance

uching it in the Maybach, remembered Leo handing her a warm towel as she wiped her hands, remembered the weight of it settling against her collarbone. By the ti

am trench coat lingering near the VIP exit, watching, waiting-but Cynthia's meltdown had consumed all her attention. And when Haylee had stepped through

low. Kaylie was not just a thief. She had be

so hard into her palms th

atted Kaylie's back, then looked coldly toward Haylee. "I will handle this, Kaylie. Don't worry." His anger was clea

Haylee's control. He was protecting th

chair scraped loudl

ore you threaten a child, you should teach your fi

ure in the r

lashed in her eyes. She turned her head, her voice

ng her. His gray eyes locked onto Haylee, da

oice dropping to a deadly whisper. "You didn't find it. You didn't inherit it. You stole it off my neck the da

n a desperate, guilty reflex. "I don't know what you're talking about," she whi

gasp and collapsed backward into Benedict's arm

enedict barked, catchin

ie's shoulder. "Get out. Your

the woman who stole her trauma, her evidence.

turned on her heel and walked o

e ring was gone, but she had seen it. She knew who had it. And Kaylie had just made the worst mistake of

was waiting, his small face seri

pened?" L

llar. Her eyes were dark and lethal. "Nothin

d out of the building. The