Chapter 54
JACE MARINO
When we reached the mansion, the place was already awake. Lights everywhere. Guards moving around like someone died. It was still early, the kind of early where the sky is gray and dead. Marco parked right in front because none of us cared about rules right now. We got out without speaking. The air felt heavy, like something was waiting inside to punch us in the face.
Our father waited in the study. The door was already open when we got there. He was standing behind his desk, papers spread out like a crime scene. He didn't sit. He didn't greet us. He just stared at us the way he does when he wants blood.
Marco walked in first. "We came the second you called."
Father lifted a stack of papers and slammed them on the desk. "Did you think the fire was the problem? Did you think that was the end? Because this is worse."
Mateo stepped closer. "What is that?"
"Read," Father said.
