When the car pulled away from the Bishop estate, Mrs. Bishop was inconsolable.
Chloe’s eyes were rimmed with red. There was an old saying: A married daughter is like splashed water. From this day forward, she was a guest in her own childhood home, a woman belonging to another family. She wouldn't be coming back here to live for a very long time.
"I want to bring my father home. I’m not comfortable leaving him alone at the hospital," Chloe said once her emotions had settled. She looked at Xavier, terrified that Arthur might try another assassination attempt under the cover of the night.
Xavier was leaning back against the leather seat, eyes closed as if resting. He radiated a sense of dangerous lethality even in repose. "Do whatever you want," he replied, his voice low and magnetic.
"Do
