The black Maserati purred as I pulled into the estate gates, the metal bars sliding open like they knew better than to delay me.

The sun had dipped low, throwing long shadows across the marble driveway, but my head wasn’t on the sunset , it was on Rose.

She’d looked like a cornered bird when she opened the door earlier, like she wanted to slam it shut but didn’t dare. I could smell her fear even through her forced politeness.

She didn’t say much , but the way her eyes flickered ...