“You’re not really going to let us escape. You’re going to hunt us down for sport.” Stone turns to his daughter, fuming at her, “This is all your fault.” The words fly from my lips before I can stop myself. “Vivienne’s fault? Vivienne’s fucking fault? How much money is it you owe me, twenty-nine thousand, plus interest? The only person responsible for Owen Stone’s death is Owen Stone himself.” For a moment I meet Vivienne’s shocked gaze, and I have to force myself to look away from her.
