Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Four
She had watched from the backseat as the armored gate slid shut behind them; each metal plate a reminder she'd come dangerously close to something she hadn't intended.
She rested her head as she relaxed in the chair. She shut her eyes and none of the men dared to ask her any questions.
After minutes of driving, she heard the sound of gates opening. It was when she knew they had gotten to their Villa.
The rain-slicked driveway blurred as they got to her Suite. Her men filed out, their rifles secured, and posture taut. When she raised her head, she saw her father. None dared meet her father's gaze.
For once, silence felt heavier than any gunmetal.
Her father stood at her front door, the wind tugging his robes as he paced; unusual, unnerving. No matter what she had done, he had never emerged to meet her outside the Villa gates before. He would always call her to his library but today, he was here.
That twisted her stomach.
