Angela froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes could not believe who they were staring at. He was the last person she ever wanted to see, not now, not in this moment. She tried to stand tall, but her whole body shook, betraying the storm inside her. His sudden presence felt like a shadow pressing down on her, stealing the air from her chest.
She had never been the kind to tremble before an enemy, but Marcus was not just an enemy. He was her father. And she did not want him find out...at least not now. Yet the greedy Eliza had tricked them, and now everything was falling apart. Angela's heart burned with anger at the woman's betrayal. Eliza had been loyal to him from the beginning, and none of them had seen it.
Angela's mind raced. Was Zane part of this? No. He never gave them that feeling, never twisted their trust. But Eliza, from the very moment they met, had been nothing but trouble.
