CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Elena’s scream died in her throat before it could wake the others. She slammed the laptop shut, heart hammering so violently she felt it in her teeth.
The villa’s wooden floor creaked under her bare feet as she backed away from the table like the device might bite her.
Moonlight streamed through the open shutters, painting silver stripes across the room, but all she could see was that glowing countdown and the impossible words: Mother.
Victoria was alive.
The fire, the explosion, the closed-casket memorial…none of it had been enough…her mother had played them again, faking her own death while keeping the real ledger safe and now she was using their father as leverage, dangling the lives of everyone who had ever touched Eclipse like bait on a hook.
Elena’s legs
