Sarah POV We went through the front door of Zane’s villa in subdued silence, Agent Travis hardly looking up from his phone and the reports he was getting from the police. Hans met us, took our coats, and said the girls were at art class. I noticed he looked at me somewhat intensely, then nodded

Zane POV I confess it was a relief to leave the first round of interviewing tutors for the girls to Sarah. As an alpha, I would command the applicants’ respect, obviously, but they would be too interested in trying to impress me and too eager to agree with whatever I said. They would see Sarah as

Sarah POV I admit I awoke in the morning with an outrageously good mood. I was living with my daughter and my goddessdaughter, and we had a glorious day to enjoy, a Saturday at that. I had given a list of good prospects to Zane last night over dinner, telling the girls about some of the impressi

Sarah POV I turned to see Zane, of course, it was Zane, standing there. I didn’t see any ice cream. Too bad. I would have enjoyed smushing a cone of strawberry in her face. Chloe got off the boy and ran to me, and Zane walked calmly to my side. “Don’t cry, Grace, darling,” he said gently, and

Zane POVOf course, I knew I needed to get the bracelet back. My daughter had fashioned it from a solid piece of zebrawood, and even though I knew I was a biased proud father, I could see her talent in its striking lines and the way she worked with the wood grain for the design.I would also be havi