Grace POV

My heart slams against my ribs.

For a split second, pure instinct takes over—the shock of finding someone in my room, the harshness of his voice cutting through the darkness.

But the fear dissolves as quickly as it came. Replaced by something hotter. Sharper.

Anger.

'How dare he? How dare he stand there demanding answers from me?'

The evidence burns in my memory. His name on those documents. His silence while my father was ...