Adrian and Susanna did not come with them.
That, more than anything, was how Allison knew the night had shifted into something stranger than revenge.
At the curb outside the Morrison estate, beneath the cold wash of security lights and the silent attention of bodyguards pretending not to watch, Susanna had kissed Allison's cheek and smoothed a curl back from her face one last time.
"We'll handle everything here," she said softly.
"Legal, statements, the house, the rest of the scavengers circling the Morrison name. You do not need to come back tonight."
Adrian had set the final suitcase into the trunk of Lucian's car himself, then turned to Allison with that same severe expression he wore in boardrooms and wars.
"You call if you need anything."
It should not have sounded gentle.
And yet it did.
Then he looked at Lucian.
Not long.
Not theatrically.
