“What do you think you're doing? Stop right now!”
Mrs. Tate barged into the room, her voice like a whip cracking in the air. Her face was clouded with fury. “Who the hell are you people? Who let you in here? Do you have a death wish?”
She caught sight of Elena lying motionless on the ground, and a flicker of pity passed through her eyes.
Those thugs knew damn well where they were — this was the Sterling estate. In Riverton, and even across the country, the name meant power. If Chloe hadn't brought them in herself, they wouldn't have dared step foot within a mile of this place, not even if you paid them a fortune.
They didn't recognize Mrs. Tate, but from the way she talked — firm, no-nonsense — they quickly figured she was someone from the Sterling household. One by one, they
