I pressed my ear against the locked door, heart hammering so violently I could feel it in my throat. The baby was kicking hard, sharp little protests against the chaos unfolding outside. Distant shouts carried on the wind authoritative voices, Daddy’s deep commanding tone, the sound of boots on rock.
They had arrived.
I slid down the door, back against the wood, hands wrapped protectively around my belly. Tears streamed silently down my face as I listened to the confrontation I couldn’t see.
“Alexander Voss!” Harrington’s voice rang out, amplified. “We have warrants for your arrest on suspicion of murder, coercion, and unlawful detention. Release Ava Thompson immediately!”
Daddy’s reply was cold, controlled, and terrifyingly calm.
“This is private property. You have no jurisdiction h
