Richard Huber stormed through the front yard, his face thunderous with anger.

The family mausoleum.

The security guards were still at their post by the door. When they spotted Richard and his entourage approaching, they immediately froze, panic written all over their faces.

One of them actually tried to make a run for the mausoleum, probably hoping to warn the people inside.

Richard noticed the move right away and shouted, "Hey, you! Stop right there!"

The guard froze mid-step, rooted to the spot.

Richard marched up, his tone sharp. “What are you so jumpy about?"

The guard trembled, staring at his shoes. "Sir..."

The mausoleum didn't even have a back door-there was no way for Winona Newsom to slip out. Of course the guards were nervous.

Richard had given strict orders: nobody was to set foot inside to see Keaton Huber. If they let anyone in, they'd be in deep trouble.

On top of that, they'd promised Ms. Newsom they'd alert her at the slightest sign of trouble.

And now, here they were...

He barked, "Well? Speak up! What the hell is that troublemaker

one answered. Richard's scowl deepened as he strode into

the tension, didn't bother questioning the guards.

scrambled to the window, peering out -and nearly

the front gates, his posse right behind him, heading straight for

an instant, Winona sobered up,

awake. "Your parents are coming! With a crowd! How

middle of the night, and here she was-alone in a room with Keaton. If anyone caught them, the gossip would

with Mrs. Windham

Mrs

mouths ran faster than a horse at the Kentucky Derby As soon as they left, the whole neighborhood

little scandal herself she was used to rumors, being a semi- celebrity

her parents? They

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shame. Ever since the Zane Livingston fiasco, the Newsom family had been

his dad to show up at this hour,

let

She stuffed the remains of their takeout behind an old memorial plaque and kicked the empty

hide herself-she was

bright lights, but even the flickering

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