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Heangled his head toward two agents who immediately took either of her arms and removed the screaming, thrashing woman from the study.

Anasylum would likely be LadyHuxley’s residence rather than prison. The woman was inarguably insane.

Otheragents escorted her defeated accomplices.

Desperateto put some distance between her and Fletcher before he recognized how much his actions had devasted her or before she dissolved into a weeping mess, Siobhan edged toward the door. The tumult in her mind and the maelstrom of her emotions made it almost impossible to think clearly.

Andon top of tonight’s event, she’d learned Da and Maura were in that foul hell-hole.

Itwas more than she could bear.

Shemust get away—must sort through this mess.

Mustdetermine what to do next.

Stayingat De la Chance was out of the question now.

Lovinghim as she did, Siobhan couldn’t be around Fletcher every day. The pain would drive her mad. Though he wouldn’t likely see it as such, his betrayal proved as excruciating as if he’d driven a rusty, serrated blade into her heart.

Atleast reuniting with Da and Maura would avert destitution.

Intruth, Siobhan was as angry with herself as Fletcher.

She’dallowed her defenses down, and this was what came of that stupidity.

Fool. Fool. Fool.

Neveragain.

Shehad learned her lesson well.

“Huxley?” Fletcher gingerly fingered his jaw.

“Singing like a canary.” TorrianWestbrook grinned. “I think we can safely assume the instigators behind the harassment have finally been apprehended.”

Fletcherfinally noticed her gradual retreat.

“Siobhan? Where are you going?”

Shejutted her chin upward. “To my sister and brother. Where do you think?”

“They aren’t in the club. Nor are any staff that weren’t essential to this mission.” He stepped toward her but paused, confusion whisking across his face when she glared at him. “I had the children removed to a safe location until this was over. Darius is with them. Surely, you know I wouldn’t put them at risk.”

Buthe’d put her in danger?

Ledher to believe he had been beaten and might die?

Alloweda madwoman to point a gun at her?

Shesnorted.

“DoI?” She refused to meet the eyes of the men, including his cousin, after giving her a compassionate look as they quietly exited, leaving her and Fletcher alone. “I don’t know you at all, FletcherWestbrook.”

Then, before she burst into tears, she fled the office.