Scarlett’s POV
The walls of the Mountain House no longer felt like shelter. They felt like paper.
David’s email had hit with the force of a grenade, shattering whatever illusion of control I thought I had left.
He knew everything.
Every step. Every word. Every secret Miriam and I thought we were discovering for ourselves, he had been watching it all unfold, silently tightening the noose.
The house I had returned to for peace had become a bullseye.
Escape crossed my mind first.
I could vanish, again. Disappear across the border, change my name, cut my hair, become someone new.
But it wouldn’t work. Not this time.
David had reach. He wasn’t just a man with power. He was the man behind the mask, the puppeteer pulling strings in places I didn’t even know existed. He didn’t just suspec
