Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Yes, the Maldives for the honeymoon,” he informed me
as if he were reminding me. “Damon sent Mrs. Ashby and
Mrs. Torrance on ahead without him. He’s supposed to join
them in a few days.”
“Wait, so they were already gone when I came home last
night?”
I felt dizzy, my head like a balloon floating away from my
body. The confrontation with Damon played in slow motion in
my mind, reprocessing everything we said and the threats he
made, and all the while, they weren’t even in the house. His
taunts about what he and Ari were going to do had been
empty, and I’d gone to bed under this roof, alone in the house
with him, with absolutely no security that my family was
close.
“Yes, ma’am,” Crane finally answered.
I pulled off my baseball cap and fisted the top of my hair,
closing my eyes. Fuck.
I didn’t just imagine it this morning. There was someone in
the house with me. Several someones, to be exact. All those
noises and movements happening simultaneously in different
parts of the house? I wasn’t just scared and overly alert of
every little creak. I knew what I heard, dammit.
And then someone messing with me in the theater
bathroom that night? Damon claimed it wasn’t him. This all
had to be him.
“I’ve searched the house, top to bottom,” he said. “There’s
nothing here.”
“Like I would trust you,” I snapped.
He worked for that monster. He was paid to fall in line and
protect Damon’s interests, not mine.
And Damon had a very long history of loving to scare me.
Crane didn’t argue, though. He just bowed out. “Excuse
me, ma’am.”
He walked past me, his keys jingling, so I assumed he was
leaving, and I called out, keeping my voice stern. “My dog is