e instinct than necessity. The air on Long Island was cleaner, quieter than in the city, but she felt a strange tension, a subtle hum of activity that she couldn't place. A
deep within the Decker Capital buildi
o a screen displaying a satellite image of Aria's location. "Proceeding o
o Hayes. Over the secure line, Hayes's voice was dangerously calm.
thought she was running back to Ethan. The misund
No one goes in or out without my authorizat
iliar, tree-lined drive. The grand house, which had once represented a dream,
silent on the flagstone path leading to the back garden. She knew their routine. On a
heir cloying scent filling the air. Their vo
ist?" Seraphina was whining. "It's my-I mean, Aria's-engagem
"Of course, my sweet. This is
her voice turning petulant. "What does a girl from the Rust Belt kno
finalized and the families are linked, we'll find a way for Aria to... disa
irmation that nothing had changed. Any lingering
sed her face into a mask of placid calm
oon, Mother.
shock. They both spun around, their teacups rattlin
ere? I thought you were run
sk of disapproval. "You're tracking dirt all over my terrace.
se-flavored macarons from the tiered tray, and examined it for a moment. Then, with
taining the front of Sera
n, haven't you, Seraphina?" she said, her voice dripping with fal
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