Hazel's POV
"Meet me alone, or I go to the press tonight," the message read, and Julian's hand shook so violently the phone nearly slipped from his fingers.
I grabbed his wrist before he could type a single word back, forcing him to look at me instead of the screen glowing between us like something poisonous.
"You are not going anywhere alone," I said firmly. "Not to meet a man who just threatened our family."
"Hazel, if I do not respond, he releases everything tonight," Julian said. "Vivian goes back to prison. The company collapses. Grace grows up reading about her father's ruin in every newspaper in the country."
"Then we respond together," I said. "Call Marcus. Call the police if we have to. But you are not walking into a room alone with a man capable of this."
Julian's eyes sear
