As the storm raged, most of them were deep in sleep. Trystan however was unsure of if he wanted to go to sleep. He felt like something was wrong. He wasn't sure but nothing made sense. Everything seemed out of place and he couldn't figure it out but it didnt feel safe here. He wondered if the worst of the storm had blown past. Maybe he could get everyone out of here safely. He slid off the bed and reached for his phone on the bedside table. He punched in a number he knew by heart and waited as it rang. It was picked up almost immediately.

"This is Dean." The voice greeted groggily. Trystan almost smiled. Dean Fox was always ready to move even when he was sleeping.

"Do you think you can brave the storm and fly down here?"

"You know Trystan, there is so much more to me than being your pilot." The statement was contradicted by the sound of Dean getting out of bed.

"Of course I know, there's so much that you do outside of work. You have a booming social life."

"I will be over there in about an hour. Maybe longer depending on how nice you are to me by the end of this comversation." Dean warned in mock seriousness.

"I can't promise to be nice but I can promise a big bonus."

"Well, you are the epitome of letting money buy happiness, aren't you?"

"The world does run on money but I doubt money can buy complete happiness." The pause Trystan took spoke volumes. "Alright now get down here. I have a bad feeling about us being here, now."

"Yeah like I said will take about an hour. Try not to get into trouble by then." Dean hanged up then.

Trystan put his phone back down on the table and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep so he figured he would just take a walk around the house. He needed some air to figure out what was wrong. Maybe it had something to do with his father but he was sure it wasn't because his father was being watched. could not make a move without Trystan knowing about it and that was just the way he wanted it to be. He hated thinking about his past. It was a dark time and looking back on how his father had not only ruined his life but the life of people who had done nothing to him. His mother had been the worst of all. Marjorie Dwyer hadn't been a saint but she had been a young mother. She had been ready to protect her son and she had paid for it with her life. The sound of his mother yelling at him run echoed in his mind as he wished he had. Then maybe he would have escaped the torture he had been put through.

He shook his head as if to clear his mind of the memories and made his way down the dark and quiet hallway. Suddenly a figure appeared as if drawn out by his memories. A familiar figure but a hidden by the shadows. Trystan froze as the possibilities ran through his brain. The voice pushed them all away and brought his greatest fear to being.

"It has been quite a while, hasn't it, Trystan." The voice was so familiar, it was as if he had pulled it out of his memories, past the screaming, past the blood, past the scars that had faded. The voice of the man he hated and feared most. He could not believe his sight. How had he gotten here? How had he gotten past the storm and his men.

"John!" Trystan spat out the name like it was poison and it was. His father walked out of the shadows and as soon as the light hit his face, Trystan shivered. The scars of his father's face brought back memories. he felt his breath hitch in his throat as he remembered more of the pain that had been caused.

"I see you remember how hard you slashed my face with the serrated knife. I was so proud of you, you know. You stood up to me and escaped. You caused me pain, showing me that all my work wasn't for nothing."

"All your work, you bastard! You tortured me, you tortured us. I am going to kill you." Trystan took a menacing step but before he could move further, he was grabbed by arms that seemed to come out of nowhere. He looked at his captor and recognized his men. His shock must have been evident because his father laughed.

"You continually forget that I have a lot of money and I can buy whoever I want. You thought you were safe because you had Van der Molen's protection but I was just bidding my time." His father turned around. "Bring him to the living room and let's begin the party." Trystan struggled against those who held him and tried to fight them off but he had hired them for their strength and for the first time, he regretted that when he was having a breakdown. He also wanted to scream at his father but he knew that he had been tricked. How had he let himself forget what kind of man John Asher was. John was right. He had lived under Van der Molen's protection for so long that he had forgotten how influential his father could be. He remembered Kaia and flinched. He had been so caught up in his hate, he had forgotten that she was here. He felt like a heel. He should have listened to Keith and Fallon. His selfishness had destroyed them and all their years of planning. So much time had been wasted and he could not take them back. He closed his eyes and let himself be walked to the living room. He opened his eyes when he felt the bright light fall on his face. What he saw made him fight again. Across from him, kneeling on the ground was everyone else in the house. His eyes fell on Kaia first. She had fear in her eyes so deep it cut him. Her hands were bound behind her back and her mouth was gagged. She was dressed in a flimsy gown that made a few of his father's men stare at her. It infuriated him that she was being put through this. He had done this. He had been afraid of hurting her with his breakdowns but he had done far worse than he expected. He knew his father would not let her go, especially because she meant something to him. John Asher loved to hurt people, especially his son, and maybe he had found just the right person to break him with.