Mara
Darian was already outside, waiting in the car. I slipped into the passenger seat, my thoughts still tangled in the dead worker and the dark implications behind his silence.
Tiffany wasn’t with us. She’d gone to spend the day with her mother. Since Lucian had arrested her father, their bond had somehow repaired itself, healing born from truth, no matter how bitter. I was happy for her. She deserved that peace.
“What kept you?” Darian asked as he pulled away from the driveway.
I told him about the staff member. The body. The suspicion I hadn’t voiced but couldn’t ignore.
He exhaled sharply. “Damn.”
His hands tightened on the wheel, and I noticed the tension rippling across his jaw. He was holding something back.
“What is it, Darian?” I asked, unease already stirring in my chest.
