I paused in shock, just staring at the car as it rolled in and stopped. My palms were sweating, my grip on the steering wheel strong. I watched, sweat dripping down my neck, as my father opened the car door and stepped out.

He was going to catch us. He would catch us and then stop us from leaving. Who knows what he’s going to do to us? I didn't even know what he was capable of, but seeing that woman like that, tortured and begging us to kill her, I knew he was capable of a whole lot.

“Isabella.” Richard shook me with a firm touch on my shoulder....