Ravi stormed through the hallway of the sprawling estate, his footsteps loud against the marble floor. The cold grandeur of Katherine’s mansion only heightened his agitation. He’d gotten directions from one of the guards, who seemed more terrified of Katherine than anyone had the right to be. Typical. But it didn’t matter. He needed answers.

Lionel had come to his room earlier that morning, face pale, eyes hollow, lips pressed into a silence Ravi couldn’t shake. He hadn’t said a word—just sat there for a few minutes, then left without looking back. Ravi knew it had something to do with Katherine. It always did.