GABRIEL’S POV
The drive back to the Jakes estate was silent, but my mind was far from quiet.
Beside me, the passenger seat where Benny had been sitting was empty now—I had dropped her off at the Moore estate few minutes ago. She had still been smiling, her cheeks flushed with the lingering warmth of the Rusty Spoke, completely oblivious to the storm brewing on the horizon. But I wasn't blind. I knew the moment we stepped across the border back into the ridge, the reality of our social circle would catch up to us.
More importantly, I knew my sister.
The heavy iron gates of the Jakes estate slid open silently, admitting my SUV onto the pristine, manicured gravel driveway. The massive stone facade of the villa loomed ahead, illuminated by perfectly placed, cold white uplighting. It was a
