Zara POV

Sandra's face twists.Stella clings to her mother's arm.

Raven stirs in my mind, restless. 'They reek of fear.'

Good.

The front door slams open.

Raynor Taylor—my father—storms inside. Behind him, two bodyguards. His face is bloated, flushed an unhealthy red.

I stand at the top of the stairs, looking down at him.

He's gotten fat. So different from the tall man I remember.

'If Mom were still by his side, he'd be better off than this.'

Mom was smart. She had a brilliant business mind. ...