Chapter 5

Julian's arms hung suspended in the air.

He slowly turned his head toward the black Maybach.

The window was fully down now, revealing the sharp profile of the man in the driver's seat. Early thirties, gold-rimmed glasses. His gaze was entirely flat, yet the oppressive aura of a man used to absolute power radiated from him.

"Darling," he called out again, his deep voice steady. "It's time to head back to our estate."

I shook off Julian's lingering presence and walked to the passenger side.

As I pulled the door open, I heard Julian's hoarse whisper. "Who is he?"

I…