Chapter 29

Dan watched her face in the reflection of the car window as the wrought-iron gates slowly swung open.

The mansion beyond was set far back from the road, tucked into rolling hills and framed by old oaks that arched like guardians. Pale stone. Arched windows. A wraparound terrace with wrought iron railings and ivy curling along the edges like nature itself had claimed it as sacred.

But it wasn’t the