Playing the Victim

VANESSA

MOMENTS LATER

By the time I pulled into the Mercer estate, my body was buzzing with rage. The guard at the gate recognized me, waved me in without a word, and I didn’t slow down. I parked with a sharp turn, practically jumped out of the car, and marched straight to the door. One of the house staff opened it before I could even raise a hand to knock.

“Miss Vanessa—”

“Where’s Mrs Mercer?