The next day, I found myself standing outside the Winslow mansion, a mixture of anxiety and determination swirling inside me. Even though the last time I was at the mansion, I’d left pissed off with a promise to myself never to come back, here I was, again.
I had agreed to meet with Aaron, to hear him out. Aaron had been calling my phone over and over, asking me to come back so that we could talk about the deal he’d proposed. Finally, I said yes.
Despite everything, I had to know more, wanted to understand what drove him and how it all connected to me. But more than that, I had to find a way to ensure Ella and I could be together, safe from the chaos that was the Winslow legacy.
The door opened, and there was Aaron, his expression unreadable. “Liam, come in,” he said, his voice calm a
