Prime Manor

When Riven’s car pulled into the driveway, the air still held the faint trace of rain from earlier. He stepped out quickly, his movements brisk. The call from the matriarch’s driver had caught him off guard — she had come by his house unexpectedly.

He didn’t even bother to take off his coat when he entered.

But what he found wasn’t the scene he’d imagined.

The living room was calm. Isabelle sat cross-legged beside Aimee on the rug, showing her how to arrange a ...