Collin Tanner
I stood near the top of the stairs, gripping the stack of science books against my chest so hard the edges dug into my ribs.
Down in the foyer, the voices had dropped into fierce, venomous whispers, but the open architecture of the mansion carried every word upward like an echo chamber.
Custody agreement.
Scandal.
Erratic or unfit.
And then, Evelyn Kash’s parting words, cold and sharp as a blade: If you choose that man publicly, you may lose far more than you think.
A sickening wave of nausea washed over me. I turned around on wooden legs, walking blindly down the corridor toward Oliver’s room.
Four years ago, it was Zander’s career and his trust fund on the line. Now, it was his children. The stakes had only grown higher, the weapons his family wielded far deadlier.
