The sound was small. A click of metal on stone. It changed the room anyway.
“You’re leaving,” I said.
Vanessa blinked once. “You’re ending our engagement because I raised my voice?”
“No. I’m ending it because you used my daughters’ fear as leverage, and you tried to make me distrust the one person protecting them.”
“You are making a massive mistake.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But it won’t be around my children.”
For a moment I thought she was going to argue harder. Then she looked at Cal, looked at the phone in my hand, and understood she was already outnumbered by facts.
“Get my things,” she said.
“No,” I said. “Cal will escort you to the guest suite while my attorney arranges the rest. Your code access is gone. Your phone access to the gate is gone. You do not come near my daughters again.”
Her face went white with fury.
