The Finnegan family retreated to the main house like soldiers returning from the battlefield.
Aaron stormed into the study, immediately pouring himself a generous measure of whiskey while Hannah collapsed onto a nearby sofa, her face ashen. Anola remained standing, her rigid posture belying the turmoil behind her carefully maintained facade.
James Reed, or rather Atlas in his perfect disguise, followed them in, closing the heavy doors behind him with a soft click.
"I want guards posted at every entrance," Aaron barked, downing his drink in one swallow. "Double the patrols. Nobody sleeps until we figure out how the hell he found us."
Atlas nodded, pulling out his phone to relay the orders, his movements deliberately measured.
"This doesn't make sense," Hannah whispered, more to hersel
