The phone was unlocked. A message was open, a name and a photo visible in the preview. My pulse thumped hard against my ribs.
I knew the person in the image and I recognized it, because I was thenone who had taken the picture for Mannie.
A pyramid scheme I had been involved in and planned to use her as the scapegoat, but then they had fell like a pack of crumbling cards before I could get the money.
I read the message, my heart drumming. The message was from someone written Master, whom i guessed was Dominic. "The house I asked you to give her — was it given to the person that looks like this?"
That bitter spark turned into a flare. I felt fury like a physical thing rising in my chest. It tasted metallic.
“She’s taking everything from me,” I hissed, my hand tightening over the phone.
