"What exactly do you mean Anola is 'in deeper with Westfield'?" Atlas gripped Hannah's arm as she attempted to leave the garden.
Hannah winced, glancing toward the mansion. "Exactly what I said. They've been in contact for years."
"That's impossible. They're sworn enemies." Atlas released her, mind racing through the implications. "Marius and Westfield nearly came to blows at the Chamber of Commerce dinner five years ago."
"Public enemies, private collaborators." Hannah straightened her torn blouse, attempting to make herself presentable. "I discovered it by accident. Overheard a phone call about three months ago. Anola speaking about 'our arrangement' and 'maintaining appearances.'"
Atlas's jaw tightened. "You're saying she's a double agent? Working against her own family's interests?
