Hayes appeared in the doorway.
Blood stained his shirt.
He had followed us.
Claire reached for her gun, but Daniel stopped her.
Hayes said, “Rebecca was supposed to make him weak.”
Russell stared at him.
“Why?”
“So you’d move your assets.”
“To where?”
“Somewhere accessible.”
Margaret laughed bitterly.
“You wanted him frightened enough to consolidate the archive.”
Hayes looked at me.
“And
then I wanted Emily to inherit access.”
My stomach turned.
“Why me?”
“Because Russell trusted you.”
“You used me.”
His expression twisted.
“At first.”
I stepped closer.
“Do not say you loved me.”
