He read the screen, his jaw tightening so hard a muscle twitched near his ear.

“Helena,” he said.

“She’s going to put the boys’ faces on the internet,” I said, my voice cracking.

He pulled me into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement.

The doors shut, cutting off the light from the hallway.

“She won’t,” Blake said, though he looked pale under the dim yellow bulb of the service car.

“She has the school photos from their registration files,” I said. “She bought out the private investigator we used.”

The elevator jolted to a stop in the concrete garage.

The air smelled of damp earth and exhaust fumes.

Blake’s driver, Marcus, stood by the running SUV.

We got in, and Marcus hit the gas before the passenger doors were fully clicked shut.

I kept my eyes on my phone as we sped through the underground exit.

I refreshed the browser on my phone every ten seconds.

Then, it popped up.

A major national tabloid site had a banner headline across the top of their page.

*Mogul’s Secret Family: The Hidden Extortion Plot.*