The next morning, I stood on the second-floor balcony of Voss Estate, wrapped in a silk robe. Outside the gates, a line of black armored cars sealed off the entrance. In the pale morning fog, their headlights still burned.
Gabriel waited at the front. His black trench coat clung to him, damp with dew. Behind him, his men kept hauling in crate after crate, jewels, antique pieces, bearer bonds, each item worth a fortune.
I called Ronan, the butler, through the intercom. "Get all of them out of here, including the man who brought them."
Ronan paused briefly. "Ma'am, Mr. Moretti has been outside all night. He only wants one moment with you."
I looked down at the man who stayed up all night, and, for a split second, I was dragged back five years, to the fire, to how I once waited for him to
