Truth, Teeth, and Thunder
The rain hadn’t let up since morning.
Calla stood at the wide windows of the Bell townhouse, her reflection blurring into the streaming water as thunder grumbled low in the distance. Her fingers were clenched tightly around the edge of her shawl, but it wasn’t the cold she was fighting.
Cassian had left hours ago.
The documents recovered from the Long Island estate revealed more than just the family’s financial web — they raised questions about her past that no amount of encrypted files could answer.
She turned, pacing across the marble floor. Each step echoed louder than her thoughts, which swirled with Dorian’s threats, Edwin’s letter, and that chilling name typed out on the Bell Beneficiaries list: Calla Avery Bell.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” she whispe
