Donley swiftly moves around the desk while I keep my feet planted where they are, my head held high, finger up.

“When?” he asks almost wistfully.

“Eight weeks ago.”

Donley smiles wide, but traces of a scowl line his eyes. “Yet you’re here, and with bruises. Am I right, is he rougher than you expected in bed?”

Piece of shit.

“Do you have the video I requested?”

I hold in my glare. “Not on me, but yes.”

His hands lift, coming together in one solid clap. “I must admit, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see the day.”

“You won’t see the night if you don’t get out of my house.”

He freezes where he stands. “I’m sorry?”

“In the contract, it says the Graven Estate becomes ours after the marriage. It’s after the marriage, Donley.” I step aside, holding an arm out.

He eyes me a moment before glancing at the empty doorway behind me. “Where is your new husband, Raven?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Donley gives a dark chuckle, nodding his head as he steps closer to me. “Okay, Mrs. Graven. I’ll tell you, I’m quite happy you’re so eager, but you do not call the shots, nor will you ever. That is what you have a husband for. Once I have the video, I will gladly have my things moved to another property, and not a second sooner.”

“Suit yourself.” I shrug, turning to leave.

Donley reaches out, gripping my arms between his fingers and I whip around to face him.

“What are you playing at, Raven?”

“You’re missing pieces, Donley.” I jerk free. “How’d you get the blood bags, hm? Did you draw it from her arm yourself, or did the good old doc do it for you?”

He shoots straight. “How do you know about the blood bags?”

“Are you gonna stand there and pretend you didn’t know she’d show up here? Isn’t that why you went to her, to let her know how even all these years later, Graven still wins?”

“What do you mean still wins?” His anger is starting to show. “We lost, if you remember correctly. Ravina abandoned her responsibilities and Graven was forced to pick up the pieces after she destroyed our future leader with her betrayal.”

“Right.” I eye him. “So, no answers from you today, hm?”

I take backward steps away from him, but he keeps toward me.

“Where is Captain?”

The shatter of glass echoes from down the hall and Donley’s head snaps right.

Another follows.

His glare slices to me. “What the hell is going on?”

He stalks into the hall, glancing around.

“I told you to go.”

The Riverside family walk around the corner just then, minus the wife.

“Trick,” Donley draws out. “What are you doing here?”

Trick glares at him, but says nothing, walks straight past us all while Alec and Gio stop beside me.

“Twelve minutes.”

“What the hell is going on here?” Donley shouts.

Alec spins, getting in his face. “Wanna live? Leave.”

With that, he glances to me, so I turn for the entrance.

Donley shoves past us, and out the front door.

My eyes fly across the grounds as staff rushes for the head of the property line, most piling onto matching golf carts.

Donley glares at Bass and then Victoria, his eyes lingering on her for a long moment before his car pulls around the grounds.

He steps down, pausing to eye me once more before he slips into the car and pulls away.

“We need to sweep one more time, make sure they’re all out,” Gio says.

Bass nods while Victoria calls me to her.

“We need to get you out of here.”

“I’ll help.”

“I don’t think—”

My eyes fly to Gio. “I will help.”

He throws his hands up and rushes back inside.

I start with where I saw the maids, but they’re already gone, so I throw open each door I can find, but all the rooms are already empty.

“We already went through and evacuated, but it’s protocol to sweep twice.” Gio steps beside me. He looks at a little tablet looking thing with bright orange and red colors moving across the screen. “I think there’s still someone on the south end.” He pushes a little button on his watch, speaking into it. “Alec, you on the grounds?” he asks.

“East exit. Opened up the horse pens,” comes back through the watch.

Gio stalks off. “Shit, someone’s still here. You should head out now to be safe!” he shouts as he starts jogging.

With one last, quick glance I head back the way I came. I pass a large, open window overlooking a garden and skid to a stop. I knock on the glass, but the woman outside doesn’t turn around.

“Shit.”

I follow the wall, finding no door, so I keep down the opposite hall, finally coming to a sitting room of sorts with a large sliding window. I push it open and rush out into the yard.

Bright pink and purple flowers line the edges of the walkways, perfectly lined rocks and exotic trees strategically placed here and there.

“Hey!” I shout at the woman, but she makes no move.

I approach the cement bench she’s perched on, walking a little forward to get a look at her face.

Estella, Collins’ mom.

“You need to get out of here.”

“I can’t,” she whispers, a sad smile on her face. “I can’t leave him here, alone.”

I frown, my eyes following hers.

White flowers sit in an over clustered line. I step closer.

A long, rectangular line...

“People here, they don’t die by mistake. There’s a purpose for everyone and everything. A risk and a reward. Here, liabilities are not welcome.”

My eyes fly to hers.

“He learned the truth,” she whispers.

“Who?”

“Felix,” she breathes.

My jaw clenches. “Truth about what?”

This time, the sorrow in her smile reaches her eyes as she reluctantly moves them to mine. “You.”

I don’t break the contact, but she can’t keep hers on me for long.

She looks back to the seven-foot-long, almost three-foot-wide bed of flowers.

“He searched for your mother, for years. He thought she was hurt somewhere.”

My eyes widen, and I look from the tulips to her. “Felix did?”

She blinks away tears, nodding lightly as she takes a deep breath. “He loved me when we were together, but Ravina...” Her voice trails off. “She had his heart. Completely.”

I move in front of her and her eyes snap to mine.

“He was a good man, noble. Far too noble for this place. He should have waited for Brayshaw to see it, and they would have, I have no doubt, but the minute she was on the line, his last chance to have her, he was all in. I know what Rolland thinks of him, but I wasn’t pregnant with Collins yet when he left me.” She looks to her hands. “It was hard, but he wasn’t a monster leaving his unborn son for a woman.” She lets out a small, sad laugh. “Who am I kidding, he was never a monster to me. Not even when he almost left me, us by then, a second time.”