Se connecterThe second gunshot struck the basement wall.Adrian pulled Scarlett tighter behind the heavy wooden table, shielding her with his body as splinters scattered across the floor.“Stay down!” he ordered.“I’m not leaving my father!”“You won't have to. But you will stay alive.”Another shot rang out.Robert had taken cover behind a stone pillar. He drew his weapon and aimed toward the staircase.“Adrian! They're coming down!”Scarlett's father grabbed her shoulder.“Listen to me. If Catherine gets that photograph, everything is over.”“What photograph?” Scarlett demanded.“The one I just gave you.”She looked down.The folded photograph was still in her hand. Her fingers were shaking so badly that she almost dropped it.Two newborn babies.Two silver symbols.Two children connected to a secret that had followed their families for decades.“Who are they?” she whispered.Her father opened his mouth.A shadow appeared at the top of the stairs.“Enough family reunions.”Catherine descended s
Robert had seen men die without blinking.But the photograph in his hand had turned him pale.Scarlett noticed it before Adrian did.“What is it?” she demanded.Robert stared at the image on his phone. His fingers tightened around the device until his knuckles whitened.“Robert.” Adrian's voice sharpened. “Show me.”Robert hesitated.That hesitation frightened Scarlett more than the photograph could have.Finally, he turned the screen toward them.It showed the woman standing beside the silver cradle. Her face was partly hidden by the shadow of a curtain, but one detail was unmistakable: the thin scar running from her left eyebrow toward her temple.Adrian went completely still.Scarlett looked between the brothers. “Who is she?”“My mother,” Adrian whispered.Robert shook his head. “Look at her hand.”Adrian leaned closer.The woman was holding a small silver pendant. A crescent moon surrounded a sleeping child.Scarlett's breath caught.“My grandmother had one like that.”“Not like
"Get away from me."Scarlett's voice cut through the apartment.Adrian stood near the kitchen counter, his injured arm wrapped in a temporary bandage. Blood had seeped through the white fabric, but he seemed more concerned about the distance between them."Scarlett, listen.""No. You listen." She pointed toward the door through which Tina had been dragged. "That woman knew something about my father. She knew something about your mother. And she just accused your brother of helping my father disappear.""She didn't tell you the whole truth.""Then give me the whole truth!"Adrian moved closer."Robert helped your father escape."Scarlett stared at him."Escape from whom?""My father."The answer landed like a blow.Adrian continued, his voice controlled but his eyes burning."Your father discovered that my family had been using the cradle pact to control people for decades. He found evidence that my grandfather had threatened your grandmother. When my father learned about it, he wanted
"Say that again."Adrian's voice was dangerously quiet.Robert leaned against the wall, one hand pressed against the blood soaking through his shirt."Your mother was murdered. The pregnancy was only part of it."Adrian stepped toward him."Who did it?""I don't know.""You expect me to believe that?""I expect you to listen before you make another mistake."Scarlett stood between them, her pulse racing."Robert, what did you mean when you said someone discovered the father of the unborn child?"Robert looked at her."Your grandmother's family wasn't the only one connected to the cradle pact. There was another man involved. Someone your father spent years trying to find.""Who?"Robert opened his mouth.A sudden crash came from the apartment's private entrance.Everyone turned.The security officer reached for his weapon."Mr. Knight, get behind me."Adrian immediately moved in front of Scarlett."Stay close."Another crash.Then the lights went out.Scarlett grabbed Adrian's arm."Wh
"You're not taking me anywhere until you tell me what happened to your mother."Scarlett stood in the middle of Adrian's bedroom, refusing to move.He was pulling a black shirt from his wardrobe, his expression unreadable. A security officer had already been sent downstairs to prepare the car, and Robert had disappeared to deal with the security breach.Adrian glanced at her."Now isn't the time.""That's convenient. It seems there's never a right time when I ask about your family."He pulled the shirt over his head."Your questions aren't the problem. The people listening to the answers are."Scarlett folded her arms."Then close the doors."Something almost resembling amusement crossed his face."You have no idea how stubborn you are.""I've been called worse.""I know."His gaze settled on her for a moment longer than necessary.Scarlett looked away.She was beginning to understand that Adrian didn't need to touch her to make her uncomfortable. Sometimes a look was enough."Get you
Scarlett had never felt so trapped in an expensive room.The penthouse was beautiful, almost offensively so. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Manhattan, expensive paintings decorated the walls, and a chandelier hung above a marble staircase. Everything looked perfect.Everything except her life.She stood near the window, still wearing the clothes she had worn to Adrian's office. Her handbag rested on a nearby chair. The Fifth Page was somewhere in Adrian's possession, and her father's last letter had disappeared.And apparently, she was pregnant."You're going to wear a hole in that window."Scarlett turned.Adrian stood behind her, his jacket gone, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows. He looked annoyingly relaxed for a man who had just turned her entire world upside down."I'm leaving.""No."She stared at him. "Excuse me?""You heard me.""You cannot lock me in your penthouse.""I'm not locking you in.""Then move."Adrian looked towar







