"Zane," I barked. "Start fucking talking."
"Do it, boss," Cass added in that rough, broken-gravel voice of his. "She's gotta know."
Zane shot Archer another look, but this time it was full of regret and resignation. "Sorry, brother. You brought this mess on yourself. Maybe you'll think twice next time an in-debt businessman offers to sell his daughter."
Time. Fucking. Stopped.
Steele's shoulders slumped and his face dropped, his hood hiding his real reaction.
Kody breathed a curse, his hand tightening on his gun but not letting his aim leave Zane for even a second. Not even while his panicked gaze shot to me.
But Archer? He may as well have been made from stone for all the emotion he showed.
Zane pulled a stack of folded papers from his jacket pocket and tossed them toward me, letting them hit the steps right beside the bloody heart.
"It's all there, if you want to fact-check it. Your father sold you—and your trust fund—just a week after you were arrested." He paused, looking disgusted. It was his next words that rocked me to my core, though. Words that would become printed across my mind like a cattle brand.
"Congratulations, Mrs. D'Ath. Welcome to the family."