Chapter 3

I knew that command.

Only one man in the world still sent messages like that.

Arthur Reed.

My father.

The man I had spent three years hiding from.

I answered.

His face appeared on the screen.

Cold.

Expressionless.

Behind him, I saw the interior of a black car.

He had landed in the city that afternoon for the Reed succession gala.

He was not here yet.

But he was already on his way.

Arthur looked at the IV bruise on my wrist.

Then at the divorce countdown glowing on my phone.

Then at Lucas standing in my house.

“Sophie,” he…