The next few days, I handle Dad's final arrangements, quietly planning my escape from this nightmare.
Then I overhear some Blake pack servants whispering that Kenneth's surgery went well—he's even woken up. A spark of hope flares in my chest. If Kenneth's awake, maybe he can clear Dad's name.
I race to the hospital, but when I get there, Kenneth's still out cold, lying in his bed like always. The door locks with a click behind me, and Preston steps into the room, his eyes glinting with malice.
"What are you doing here?" I demand.
"Waiting for you," he says, smirking. "Your dad's gone, but you're still sniffing around the Blake pack, huh? Not giving up?"
"That's none of your business," I snap.
"Oh, but it is. You're in my way."
His sly grin sets off alarm bells. I turn to bolt, but i
