Theresa.
The heavy armored SUV pulled past the massive, ironclad gates of the triplets' main estate, the tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway.
I leaned my head back against the leather seat, staring out the tinted window as the familiar stone walls of the Ironclad mansion came into view. The last time I had left this place, I was doubled over in agony, fighting for my life while toxic synthetic poison burned through my bloodstream. Now, stepping back onto these grounds after days in a sterile hospital room, everything felt strangely different. I was still weak, and my body still carried the lingering exhaustion of the ordeal, but the suffocating fear that had once ruled me was gone.
