Hidden Away

VANESSA

I was still fuming when we stormed into the Mercer mansion. Beatrice was the first to push the door open, followed closely by me and Jocelyn. Our heels echoed angrily on the marble floors, and not even five seconds passed before Gideon looked up from the couch, brows raised.

“What on earth happened to you three?” he asked, standing. “Why do you look like you’re ready to burn something down