The sirens wailed in the distance as Marcus loaded Victoria into an unmarked medical van. She was terrified, but her shoulder injury was light.
Alexander stood beside the black SUV on the quiet dock, his face dark and dangerous.
"Dominic Vance," Alexander muttered under his breath, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. "My father's eldest brother. The one who supposedly died in a boat explosion off the coast of France ten years ago."
Clara stood close to him, shivering despite her heavy coat. "If he faked his death, it means he has been waiting in the dark this whole time... watching all of you."
Suddenly, Clara’s eyes went wide. A wave of ice-cold panic hit her chest.
"Alexander..." Clara gasped, clutching his arm tightly. "Dominic funded the plot against my father two
