Chapter Fifty- two
The Price
The peace that followed the trial was a quiet, fragile thing. For three whole weeks, the mansion felt like a real home. The heavy iron gates stayed open during the day, letting the warm late spring breeze sweep through the long marble hallways. Alexander spent less time at the Knights Enterprises skyscraper and more time in the library, sitting at the wooden table helping Chase with his drawing books.
We thought the storm had completely passed. We were wrong.
It happened on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. I was in the kitchen with Blessing, learning how to make a traditional stew, when the front doorbell rang. Arthur answered it, and a few moments later, he walked into the kitchen with a strange look on his face.
"Madame," Arthur said softly, his voice full o
