GEORGIA
The long, exhausting drive from the city ended just as the pale morning sun began to rise over the Atlantic Ocean.
My armored SUV rolled to a smooth stop on the pristine gravel driveway. I stepped out into the biting, salty air, clutching a sleeping Valeria tightly against my chest then I stared up at the massive Hamptons fortress. It was a sprawling, modern masterpiece of dark stone and reinforced glass, surrounded by miles of dense, private forest and a turbulent gray ocean.
The place looked lonely already, but it was worth it.
Dozens of elite pack guards patrolled the perimeter, carrying silver-laced weapons but that wasn't the only thing they carried. They also carried hard and unyielding faces.
James stepped out of the lead security vehicle, and walked toward me with that
