Brielle’s POV
The sky was already turning orange when Brielle slipped into the house. Her boots left a trail of damp prints on the tile, her body tense, still reeling from everything Clarissa had revealed. Her mind played the message again and again—a sister, a niece, surveillance, Sean's reach stretching far beyond what any of them knew. Her hands trembled as she closed the front door quietly.
"You really thought you could sneak out and come back without me noticing?"
Brielle froze.
Adrian.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, jaw clenched, his eyes unreadable. She hadn’t seen him look this furious in a long time.
"How long have you been following me?" she asked quietly.
He stepped forward. "Long enough to watch you walk into Ivywood Cemetery. Alone. To meet a woman
