"Mr. Lake, please teach me. What's the solution?" the young disciple asked.

Mosby grinned darkly. "Simple. Let them… die."

…

At The Sovereign Residences, Andrew pushed open the door to Aspen's room—only to find it empty.

He turned sharply, frowning. "Didn't I tell you guys to keep an eye on Aspen? I said don't let her jump off the damn building!"

Dylan gave an awkward laugh. "Come on, Mr. Lloyd, isn't that a bit dramatic? I really don't think she's that unstable."

Andrew sneered. "Says the guy who's still single at your age. Figures."

Dylan blinked. "Excuse me?"

What happened to having a normal conversation? Did Andrew have to aim straight for the personal wounds?

Still, Andrew could not shake the worry gnawing at his chest. He really was concerned that Aspen might have done something reckless. That woman had always been a little unstable, and the stuff that happened between them in the car recently? Yeah, not exactly therapy-approved.

If Aspen got caught in a spira