Chapter 1218

"Winona, Tarquin says to put the pill bottle away and just stick to the plan. Don't worry about Zane hurting you the place is crawling with security."

Winona did as instructed, slipping the tiny bottle into her jeans pocket. Her expression turned icy.

"Negotiations are over. You can all leave now!"

Zane's brows knitted together. "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

Winona shot him a look of pure disdain. "This is my house. After all this drama, you really think you get to stay here? Aren't you embarrassed? Because I sure am by you."

Priscilla nearly exploded, her voice shrill. "You're telling us to leave? You should be the one leaving! This is my son's house!"

Winona didn't even look her way. She strode over to the front door, yanked it open, and leaned against the frame, arms crossed.

"So, are you walking out on your own, or should I call the cops to help you out?"

a "private chat"-but before he could touch her, a rock came whizzing

sharp. It sliced open his skin, and blood started dripping down

pain, instantly on

the porch, but the quiet suburban street was empty. The tension in the

back to Winona, Zane's eyes narrowed in surprise. "You

a sideways glance, refusing to elaborate. She let him think whatever

told Tarquin and Elysia everything?

"Yeah. So what?"

I warned you: if you want your dad to stay alive,

truck she'd called pulled up outside. She

"Everything in the walk-in

it. Bedroom; guest room, blankets sheets, whatever you find. Oh, and clear out the kitchen and

hesitate. They started hauling out Zane and Priscilla's stuff

it onto the front

block their way. "Stop! That's our personal property! You can't

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