At that moment, Oliver's jaw clenched so hard inside his car that his teeth almost ground together. The rage boiling in his chest made his grip on the steering wheel tighten until the leather groaned under his fingers. Even the frame of the driver's seat creaked as though it might snap from the pressure of his grip.
His breathing was sharp, his eyes dark with fury. That bastard. That worthless fool. Samuel had the audacity to go after Cora for revenge, and Oliver knew that whatever Samuel had planned, it wasn't going to be anything good. The thought of what might be happening right now made his stomach twist.
Where could she be? What was going on? His mind raced in a thousand directions before one memory struck him like lightning Cora's voice on the phone, the one thing she managed to get out before the line went dead.
'I'm at home.'
