uck was discr

keys. They were standing in the driv

wicked grin on her face. "It cost me 50 millio

and a line of cypress trees were all that separated

fect," Ch

zabeth-he didn't care enough to watch her-but to secure his

r pool. She was trying to read a book, but

of an engine. A d

garden. Through the trees, she saw a black

Chris stepped out

ded muscle defined his torso. Scars crisscrossed his skin, silver

e. She was wearing a bikini top and a s

t was a lazy, d

d back into her house. She slammed the sli

m. She pulled the curtains shut

e had bought for a vacation she never took. Her

e doing," she muttered to herse

amera feed showed Chris and Adelia on t

e looked up. He looked directly into the camera

ble. He couldn

he terrace. He looked at the drone, and th

d. He didn't shout. He just spoke, and someho

on the terrace. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent it spinning throug

gh-pitched whine before it tumbled out of the sk

ck. Chris walked over to the wreckage and cru

, her heart racing so fast it hurt. He was a monster. He was a te

d into Chris's study. Sh

resting," she said, leani

es on his computer. The

a," Chris said without