Tabitha’s POV

Reed’s grip on my wrist is like iron as he drags me through the front doors of the Aldair estate. The moment we enter, the sudden noise of the door slamming startles the staff. A few maids freeze mid-step, eyes wide, while one of the butlers nearly drops the tray he’s carrying. They all stare at Reed’s hand wrapped tight around my wrist, at the other Aldair brothers trailing in behind us like shadows cast from a storm. The air shifts, thick with tension.

Reed doesn’t even slow down. “Out. All of you,” he barks. “Now.”

He doesn’t have to repeat himself. His order practically jolts everyone into...