“Where are they?” he asked. “Where are they now?”

“They’re safe,” I said. “With my sister. But they need to know the truth.”

Blake stood up, his posture changing.

The grief was still there, but a cold, hard anger was taking its place.

He walked over to his desk phone and pressed a button.

“Get my plane ready,” he said to his assistant. “We’re going to New York. Tonight.”

He hung up and looked at me.

“She’s at the penthouse on Park Avenue,” he said.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“I’m going to take back my company,” he said, his voice flat and dangerous. “And I’m going to take back my life.”

“She has the board’s support, Blake,” I warned him. “She spent the last five years solidifying her position.”

“She has the board’s support because they think she saved the family from a scandal,” Blake said. “When they see this, she won’t have a single ally left.”

He grabbed his suit jacket from the coat rack.

“I’ve spent years letting her manage the Harrington legacy,” he said, his fingers tightening around the fabric. “That ends tonight.”