I had heard men beg for their lives.
Nothing had terrified me as much as that phrase.
No one’s going to leave.
Blythe looked at the empty chair by her bed.
“Mom is gone.
Genevieve.
His mother.
My wife.
Dead for two years.
I had built an empire capable of surviving almost anything.
Walls of almost four meters.
Armed guards.
Bulletproof crystals.
An underground arsenal.
None of that could protect my children from their own blood.
At three in the afternoon, my head of security, Prescott Hale, walked into my office.
“Keep out.
-Who?
The woman who
Ask for the job of caregiver.
“We’re not hiring.
I told him.
“Then get her out.
Prescott didn’t move.
That caught my attention.
“What’s going on?”
He says he knows Jonah and Blythe are dying.
I stood up immediately.
No one out of my inner circle knew.
“Bring it.
Minutes later, two guards escorted a thin woman to my office.
Worn coat.
Soaked shoes.
I wouldn’t be over thirty.
“Name.
Elena Ward.
How do you know about my children?
He swallowed saliva.
I can’t explain it until I see them.
You will explain it now.
Instead of answering, Elena put a hand under the sweater.
My guards reacted immediately.
“Tall.
She slowly pulled out a silver necklace.
I stopped breathing.
A small blue stone hung from the chain.
I had given that necklace to Genevieve on our first anniversary.
She had been buried with him.
Where did you get that?
