Limone remained utterly composed, the calmness that blanketed her expression a testament to her resolve: she truly wanted to leave this house.

"Fine," Sixon scoffed, his voice laced with derision. "Go ahead. Get out. I’d love to see how long you last without the Lane family propping you up."

Sutton could no longer hold his tongue. "That’s enough! Sixon, do you hear yourself? What are you saying?"

"Sutton, open your eyes! It’s not me—she’s the ...