SIMONE'S POV
When I finally closed my bedroom door, I felt my shoulders drop for the first time all day. The room was quiet....not the heavy, scary kind of quiet, but the kind that wraps around you when you're alone.
I kicked off my shoes, crossed the room, and plopped down on the bed, sinking into the mattress like it was a lifeboat.
My hand automatically reached for my secure phone on the nightstand. It was cold against my palm. I had been itching all day to call Izzy.
If there was anyone who could dig up something on Irene....Nicholas's oh-so-legendary aunt....it was her.
The conversation with Nicholas earlier in the study hadn't exactly been a fairy tale. We'd both walked away with more tension than answers.
Carlos would have to prove himself if Nico was ever going
