“Tell your father to try,” Daniel whispered. “I’ll have his ships impounded by sunrise. Silas, clear the room.”
Within ten minutes, the grand mansion was silent. The forty guests scrambled for their coats and fled into the cold October rain, leaving behind half-filled champagne glasses and the severed strand of Hannah’s brown hair on the cold marble floor.
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