Julian POV
"You are staying here," I say.
My fingers grip the steering wheel of the black saloon car until my knuckles turn white. The engine idles with a low, heavy rumble in the dark driveway of Luna Estate. Ahead of us, the massive stone entrance of the western compound looms like a cage.
Hazel flinches in the passenger seat. Her hands clutch her designer handbag against her chest. "What do you mean, Julian? This is the west wing. This is not Brown-Forge Estate."
"You do not belong at Brown-Forge Estate," I say. My voice carries no heat. It is entirely dead. "Your things are already inside."
"You are throwing me away," she whispers. Her voice cracks perfectly on the last word. A single, large tear rolls down her pale cheek. "After everything I suffered for you. After three years of
