Chapter 12

Jasmine stared at Damian, who still refused to let go, her heart shattering completely. "Ask Mr. Sonner. He's the one who said he'd help take care of Penelope's body. I don't know anything more." Damian's gaze bore into her for a long, tense moment. When he saw no hint of a lie, he finally set Samson back down. Jasmine rushed forward, clutching Samson tightly, terrified that Damian might do something insane again. She couldn't understand it. Just yesterday, he had been doting and gentle, yet overnight, everything had changed. She had been so careful. She had covered every track, erased every piece of surveillance. So why? She had only been one step away from becoming Mrs. Ingram. When she saw the divorce petition at the hospital, she had almost believed fate was helping her. Penelope—why wouldn't she stay gone, even in death? After locking the two shell-shocked children in their room, she made one last desperate lunge toward Damian. "Damian, you promised you'd always protect me