“Try it…and it will be the last mistake you’ve ever made,” George’s voice thundered with a low growl, the kind that sent shivers down his spine.

Franklin’s face twisted with rage, his chest heaving as if he wanted to strike, to scream, to tear the world apart with his bare hands.

Thalia’s heart raced in her chest, her legs trembling as she stood between the two men who had defined her past and her present.

The mansion lights flickered in her vision, the marble floor beneath her threatening to give way. Her breath came in short, with gasps.

The children.

Where were her children? She tried to raise her voice,...