Chapter 182

The car rolled up the long driveway, gravel crunching beneath the tires. Gideon sat motionless in the passenger seat, his face a mask as he stared at the mansion ahead. Beatrix drove, giving him the freedom to absorb the sight of his childhood home after seven years away.

"We can still turn around," she said softly.

Gideon shook his head. "No. I need to do this."

The Sinclair estate st