Marcus sent the name at 7:13 the following morning.
I was sitting at the dressing table, listening to Adrian move around the bedroom, when my phone vibrated against the wood. I glanced at the screen and felt my stomach tighten.
Vivienne Blackwood.
For a moment, I simply stared at it.
Of course it was her. The affair had never been the whole story, and I had seen enough of their correspondence to know she had been involved in more than sneaking around behind Roman’s back. Still, seeing her name attached to the financial instructions made something inside me go cold.
Marcus had included a photograph of the original document. Vivienne’s signature appeared beneath a paragraph authorising the release of confidential information concerning Roman’s pack. The payment beside it had been routed
