Chloe’s pov
Ted’s hand instantly dropped flat to the hilt of his short hunting blade, his golden eyes narrowing into dangerous, protective slits. Jill took a swift step in front of the map table, her dark eyes flashing with pure distrust.
"What is she doing here?" Jill demanded, her voice tight and laced with venom as she looked at her brother.
Tabitha stopped near the threshold, her hands tucked tight into the apron of her gray wool servant's dress. She was trembling, her dark hair damp with rain, her face pale and streaked with dried tears. But when she lifted her head, the poisonous, bitter jealousy that had consumed her for the years was gone, replaced by a quiet, desperate resolve.
"I know where Fernando is holding Harley," Tabitha said, her voice shaking but clear.
Nash turned s
