"Who?" Sullivan paused mid-motion, his fingers stilling on the knot of his satin shirt.
"Hazel Oakley," Dahlia replied, her voice steady yet tinged with urgency.
Sullivan's brows knit together, a shadow of suspicion crossing his features. "Maddox's daughter? Why would she come here? And do you really believe everything she told you?" His tone was laced with doubt.
Dahlia drew a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. "I met her cousin this evening, who confirmed her story. You see suspicion in everyone, Sullivan. I want Hazel to stay here for a while."
His frown deepened, and he shook his head. "No. She's not allowed to stay here. Tomorrow morning, I'll send her back with her cousin. This is non-negotiable."
Dahlia's eyes flashed with defiance as she took a step closer. "I need her here," she insisted, her voice firm this time.
