None of them came out to stop us as I carried Lily through the front door and out into the cool rain.

I buckled her into her car seat, got into the driver’s seat, and started the engine.

As I drove through the open iron gates, leaving the glowing mansion behind us, my phone lit up with a call from Naomi.

I connected the call to the car’s Bluetooth speaker, keeping the volume low so Lily wouldn’t wake.

“Amelia,” Naomi said, her voice sounding crisp and energized despite the late hour. “Are you in a safe place?”

“I’m driving,” I said. “Lily is with me. We are heading to the apartment downtown.”

“Good,” Naomi said. “The Harrow stock is down thirty-two percent. The board is meeting at midnight to discuss removing Conrad.”

“What is Conrad’s next move?” I asked, watching the rain lash against the windshield.

“He’s desperate,” Naomi replied. “And a desperate man always strikes back where he thinks his opponent is weakest.”

She paused, and I could hear the rustle of papers on her end of the line.