CHAPTER 27

  Aubrey's POV

  I sat in my cozy room, wrapped up in a soft duvet, still shaken by the effect of the attack.

  The mystery behind the attackers still shocks me.

  Who would dare set an ambush against a Carver?

  The audacity!

  My heart ached at the possibilities of Dario being the mastermind.

  Could it be Dario? I wondered.

  But I quickly shook off the thought. Dario needs me so he wouldn't want any harm to come to me. Right?

  I stood up from the bed and prepared myself a coffee.

  Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, I sipped gently. Taking in the beautiful view of the city beyond.

  Then a gentle knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

  The door opened gently and grandfather walked in slowly, his hands in his pockets.

  I turned away from him, mad at the fact that he didn't show up when I was at the hospital.

  "Aubrey," his gentle, yet sonorous voice echoed across the room.

  "Grandfather," I said, looking away from him.