Elias walked fast down the wide stone steps of the Denovan estate. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched. The voices behind him Maya’s soft pleading, Colton’s sharp anger, Mr. and Mrs. Denovan’s heavy tone were left behind.

He didn’t turn back.

He couldn’t.

The car waited near the gate. The driver reached for the handle, but Elias yanked the door open himself and dropped inside.

“Take me to Catherine’s ,” he ordered. His voice was clipped, rough.

The ride was silent except for the hum of the engine. Elias stared out of the window, his reflection dark against the glass. His heart pounded hard, full of rage. He could...