Nobody moved.
The words from the intercom seemed to hang over the clubhouse.
"She says her name is Mara Vale... and she's been looking for Eyelyn Cross for twenty
years."
I looked at my father.
The color had drained from his face again.
Not fear.
Recognition.
He knew exactly who was standing outside our gates.
Cal knew too.
The old biker had gone so still he looked carved out of stone.
"Dad," Dani whispered, "who is Mara Vale?"
Silas didn't answer.
His eyes stayed fixed on the old speaker mounted on the wall.
Finally, he looked at me.
"Bring her inside."
I frowned.
"That's a bad idea."
"So is leaving her out there."
"She could be with the people in those SUVs."
Silas shook his head.
"No."
"How can you be sure?"
A sad smile crossed his face.
"Because if Mara wanted
