"You think I did this."
Selene's voice was calm, almost bored, as she came down the terrace steps toward them, heels clicking against stone slick with dew. She didn't look like a woman caught. She looked like a woman who'd been expecting this conversation for weeks.
"Someone leaked the story the same night we found the letters," Julian said. "Someone filed an injunction on Ashford's estate before midnight. Tell me why I shouldn't think it was you."
"Because I've spent two years trying to be the woman who stood beside you while you rebuilt your father's name," Selene said. "Not the woman who blew it up in front of two hundred witnesses."
"Then who," Naomi said.
Selene's eyes moved to her, cool and assessing, the same look Naomi remembered from company dinners years ago, a woman constan
