The ambulance arrived at the mansion in under eight minutes. Damien stood in the hallway, his bare chest heaving, Victoria's blood still on his hands, watching the paramedics rush past him with their equipment and their practiced urgency.
"She's in the study," he said, his voice hoarse. "Gunshot wound to the head."
The paramedics exchanged a look, the kind medical professionals give when they're about to walk into something that's already over. But they moved anyway, because that's what they did.
Mia was still in her room, locked in with a guard outside. Damien had made sure of that. He couldn't trust her, couldn't trust anything anymore. Leo's visit, the hidden supplies, Victoria's confession about Kevin, it was all too much, spinning too fast.
He paced the hallway, his mind fragmenti
