H A I L E Y
I couldn't sleep. The mansion was quiet, the guards patrolling with silent, efficient steps, but my mind was a raging tempest. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind against the windows, sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. I was trapped, a prisoner in my own home, while the man I loved was suffering.
Liam stirred in his sleep, a soft sigh escaping his lips. I smoothed his hair back, my heart aching. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that his father was in danger when he had asked about him. I could only lie that he went in a business trip. He looked so much like Dominic, the same stubborn set to his jaw, even in sleep. I would not let him grow up without a father. I would not let Tricia win.
I slipped out of bed, my bare feet silent on the cool marble
