Chapter 13: Sacrifices.
Inside the black limousine, Stella eyed the older man in the crisp, three-piece suit. He didn't say a word, his gaze fixed straight ahead. He was handsome, put together, polished, and age had been kind to him, merely adding distinguished lines to his face. As they drove in heavy silence, the plush leather of the seats soft beneath her, Stella's mind raced, piecing together the puzzle. She was sitting next to Jefferson Noble. Of course, who else?
The limo glided to a halt before a massive, cabin-type building, its dark timbers looming against the sky. As she stepped out, she read the words Banks Lodge, etched in elaborate, curling scrollwork above the main entrance. Everything about the building spoke of money, from the sweeping rooflines to the gleaming windows. E
