My jaw tightened as the cars rolled to a halt. Beside me, Catherine crossed her arms, her lips pressed into a hard line. Her face showed the same displeasure burning in my chest. This was supposed to be a family meeting, civil and quiet, but Damien had stained it before it even began.

What unsettled me more was the sight that followed. The attorneys’ cars pulled in right behind him. My father’s trusted lawyers had chosen to travel with Damien.

I turned, my voice low. “He brought them ...