Marcus had been texting all evening.
I’d been ignoring every message, deleting them one by one, telling myself he would stop. Then the last one came through and my stomach dropped.
Meet me at the south gate now. You have 10 minutes, or the footage goes live by morning.
I stared at it for a moment, yanked on a pair of black leggings and a big baggy hoodie, and slipped out before I could talk myself out of it.
The estate stretched silent past midnight, marble halls cold and endless under dim wall sconces. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a gunshot in the quiet. I moved carefully, avoiding the corridor outside Harrison’s study, staying close to the east wall where the security cameras had the widest blind spots.
Outside, the coastal wind whipped my auburn hair across my face. The
