The dawn light was grey and thin, barely strong enough to cut through the mist settling over the estate grounds. It turned the grass silver and the old stone paths into pale rivers leading nowhere good.Sophia stood at the mouth of the tunnel exit, the cold earth still crumbling behind her, and stared at the man who had destroyed her mother.Stephen Vale.He looked exactly like the architect of two decades of pain should look: unremarkable in a way that was terrifying. No theatrical scar, no obvious madness in his eyes. Just a tall, gaunt man in an expensive coat, standing with the relaxed posture of someone who believed he had already won.Beside him, Simon held Emily with one hand clamped around her upper arm. Her face was bruised along the cheekbone, her lip split, her eyes wide and wet above the gag. But she was alive. Standing. Fighting to keep her knees from buckling.Sophia took one step forward.Alexander's hand shot out, catching her wrist."Don't," he said low.She didn't pu
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