- ARIA
I didn't even make it to the front door.
I was halfway across the foyer, clutching the car keys in my palm, when the clicking of high heels on marble stopped me cold.
It wasn't the brisk, busy pace of a maid or the soft tread of Aunt Camilla. It was a rhythmic, predatory tap that echoed with pure, old-money authority.
"Leaving so soon? And here I thought you’d finally slunk back home to fulfill your duties."
I closed my eyes for a split second, bracing myself.
Helena Stormbourne. My mother-in-law. The woman who treated the Storm Ridge Pack legacy like a sacred manuscript and me like a typo in the margins.
I turned around, putting on my best ‘corporate armor’ face.
Helena stood by the grand staircase, draped in silk that probably cost more than my entire old
