Laura Sam Halewood’s POV The car rolled through the gates of Thornhold Domain before dawn, the sky still streaked deep indigo and faint silver. Beta Asher drove steady, quiet, the same way he did everything, like he’d mapped every turn, every risk, every detail long before we left the hospital. We didn’t talk much on the way. I’d said goodbye to Chloe hours before, sat holding her hand while she slept, memorized the way her chest rose and fell slowly, the faint sketch of a cat she’d drawn on her wrist. That was the only reason I was here. The only thing that mattered. Everything else, the rules, the walls, the man waiting at the center of it all, was just the deal. Just the price I’d agreed to pay. When we pulled up to the main house, it was larger than I’d pictured, solid stone and dark glass. No fancy frills, no unnecessary shine. Exactly like the man who owned it. “This is the private west wing,” Beta Asher said as we walked inside, leading the way down a wide, quiet hall
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