The blaring security alarm echoed through the grand dining room like a warning bell of doom. Red emergency lights began to flash along the high ceilings, casting long, spooky shadows across the polished wooden furniture.

Lucian’s face turned into a mask of pure cold steel. The puzzle pieces clicked together in his head, revealing the ugly truth. Marcus Vance was not dead at the bottom of the ocean. He was hiding right inside their own home, trying to steal everything they owned.

"Stay here," Lucian ordered sharply, looking down at Clara with fierce, protective intensity.

Clara shook her head instantly, her dark hair flying over her shoulders. She stepped forward,...