The last move we set up together.

Cyrus Blackwood believed I was ready to hand him access to my father’s trust in exchange for one thing: the financial destruction of the Ashford family.

He agreed to meet me at a warehouse outside Fort Worth.

I went in person.

What Blackwood did not know was that Sebastian and a team of federal investigators already had every corner of that building wired and watched.

He arrived with several men, and he wore no disguise, and that was the thing that unsettled me most — he did not look like a monster.