NICOLE

We arrive at Roman's mansion—yes, the same one he took me to several days ago. I glance at Angus, who's seated right next to me in the black SUV we're in, and ask, "What the hell is this about? Why are you bringing me here?"

"Do you know the guard?" he asks instead of answering my question. The guard is walking toward us right now.

"No."

"Well, then."

The guard knocks on the window with his gloved hand, and Angus rolls it down. "Good morning. What can I do for you?"

I glance at ...