Madelyn attempted to pull her hand from Zach's grip, but he held firm. Turning to him, her eyes displayed a hint of emotion. Her brows knitted slightly, her voice barely more than a whisper, "What do you want?"

"We have servants here. You don't need to take care of things."

"Servants who are loyal to you. You probably have a better idea than I do about what happened to my father. After all that's happened, do you genuinely believe I'd trust you?" Her eyes held a challenge, but then she looked