Angelique lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Suhee’s threat gnawed at her—sharp and lingering. Time had slipped through her fingers; the plan was advancing too slowly. Trunks being with her constantly was supposed to help, but his attention also distracted her. Now Suhee, separated from him, had the freedom to probe Angelique’s past. That could not stand.
Her father’s words echoed: “If she is a problem, end her. Since when did you become a coward? Ki*ll her and get rid of the body.” But Suhee was not easy to dispose of. Angelique closed her eyes, then reached for the only person she trusted with scheming: Ryan.
“Hail the fallen queen of Stanton,” Ryan teased when his voice came over the line, amusement threaded through it.
“Where are you? Come to my place,” Angelique said, keeping h
