I nodded, my heart heavy with foreboding. "Mm. We’ll take care of it when the time comes," I said.

“Don't overthink it. Just get some rest tonight,” advised Lyon.

“Okay,” I whispered, leaning on him, letting go and letting the exhaustion consume me.

Alexander went straight to the Kinsey residence from Lynton's villa, with a cold and rational purpose in mind. "What are you doing here, Alexander Kinsey, when I've specifically asked you not to return?" His father, Warren Kinsey, glared with a narrowed eye when he caught sight of him.

"You've heard about Brian's accident and Delia's kidnapping, haven't you?"

Alexander sat down across from him, his body radiating...