“Ms. Pierce, I have bought and sold three district attorneys in this state before you even passed your bar exam,” Conrad said. “Do not lecture me on federal law.”

I leaned over the desk, my hands pressing into the polished mahogany.

“Where is Lily, Conrad?” I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“She is with her grandmother, where she belongs,” Conrad said. “Antoinette took her to the estate in Bellevue for some tea and piano practice.”

My hands tightened on the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned white.

“If you touch her—” I began.

“She is my granddaughter, Amelia,” Conrad interrupted, his voice sharpening. “I have no desire to harm her. But she belongs to the Harrow family. Her name is Harrow. Yours, soon, will not be.”

Grant looked down at the paper, then up at me, his eyes darting toward the door.

He was terrified of his father, but he was more terrified of a federal prison cell.

“She’s signing the custody agreement, Dad,” Grant said suddenly, his voice rising in pitch. “Amelia gets full custody. It’s the only way she won’t release the offshore accounts.”