The voice that crackled through the listening device made Natalie's blood run cold.
It was Landon's father. Dominic Hale.
The man who had been adopted into the Hale family as a boy, then married the Hale heiress—Eleanor—by force. The same man who later betrayed Eleanor for Fiona's mother, Vivienne.
He'd once locked Landon in a basement for seven days. If Natalie hadn't smashed a window to smuggle in food and water, Landon would have died down there.
Landon had broken his leg for it. Dominic had thrown himself into the sea to escape Crestport.
Now, through the static, Natalie heard Landon's voice clearly. "Dad, the past is behind us. I hope you'll come to my wedding with Fiona."
Natalie's fists clenched until her knuckles went white.
That single word—Dad—turned every wound they'd suf
