Amelia's scalp prickled as a sudden sense of dread washed over her. She instinctively stumbled back two steps, alarms blaring in her mind.
Then she saw the kidnapper pull off his mask.
…That face!
Amelia's pupils dilated in horror, a piercing scream tearing from her throat—
"Ahhh!"
It was Jaxon! Others might not recognize him, but she did. Jaxon—the shadowy second-in-command at Logan's side. Jack was in the open, but Jaxon worked in the dark. Almost no one knew he existed, but she knew all too well.
If Jaxon was the one who kidnapped Owen, then this entire abduction had been orchestrated by Logan from the very beginning…
And just now, what had she said? No, no… even if Jaxon knew, so what? No one would believe it, as long as—
"Amelia is vicious beyond words. The Perry Family clothed her and fed her, and what did she do? She murdered their true daughter, stole her child, and drove her to depression and death!"
