Selena's vision blurred as Xavier's men dragged her back through the gardens. Her wrists ached from the tight grip, skin burning where rough hands dug into her flesh. Each step toward the mansion felt like a march to her execution, the grand house looming ahead like her executioner.
"Mr. Alvarez is waiting in his study," one guard muttered to another. The words sent ice through her veins.
She stumbled on the marble steps, but the guards yanked her upright, not slowing their pace. The beautiful day mocked her now—sunlight streaming through tall windows, illuminating the opulent interior that had been her and her son's prison for so long. And now, it might become her tomb.
As they approached the heavy oak doors of Xavier's study, Selena closed her eyes briefly. Miguel's face flashed in he
