Chapter 2: The First Crack
CRACK.
Martha’s hand connected with Elena’s cheek.
The force snapped Elena’s head to the side. Her skin burned. The metallic taste of blood bloomed in her mouth.
"You are a vessel," Martha hissed, her face inches from Elena's. "Nothing more. You carry the Sterling legacy. You do not dictate its terms."
Elena clutched her stomach. The baby kicked. A frantic, rhythmic pulse against her palm.
Sarah, Julian’s sister, stood by the window. She didn't flinch. She watched the rain with a chilling detachment.
"Give us the key, Elena," Sarah said without turning around. "Before Julian loses his patience. You know how he gets."
Julian gripped Elena’s shoulder. His fingers dug into her bone.
"The drive. Now."
"Go to hell," Elena gasped.
Julian shoved her back into the cushions. It wasn't a hit, but it was a declaration.
You are trapped.
