The iron gates of the estate swung open as I entered the Estate. I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to go back to the garage, to Cane.
I left the car in the driveway and entered the mansion. The house was silent, but as I stepped into the foyer, a light from the cracked door of my father’s study caught my eye.
I moved with the silence Cane had taught me, removing my heels and moving softly on the Turkish rugs. The door was slightly open, and I recognized my father and Caspian’s voices.
"Brilliant work, Caspian," my father’s voice was filled with a satisfaction that made my stomach churn.
"The look on that beast’s face through the glass... I broke more than his spirit. I broke the bond. She’s isolated now. Vulnerable. Exactly where we want her," Caspian said.
"It was a calculated risk
