“What is it?” I asked.
“Victor has requested an emergency hearing,” she said.
Adrian stood. “How soon?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“For what?” I asked, though something inside me already knew.
Marianne looked at Julian’s monitor, then back at me.
“To preserve the rights of the unborn child of Elena Hale,” she said. “And to prevent any third party from interfering with the Hale estate.”
“Third party?” I repeated.
Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Me.”
Victor thought I was dead, yet he was already fighting ghosts.
And that meant one thing.
He was afraid the truth was closer than he had planned.
Clara Whitcomb arrived at sunset.
The sky beyond my window had turned lavender, the mountains softened beneath a glow that made the snow look almost merciful. I had slept for less than an hour, waking from dreams of falling, only to find Adrian standing near the door and Marianne speaking quietly with hospital security.
