Elara’s POV
"You're supposed to be asleep by now."
"Since when have I ever managed that." Sullivan's laugh cut off halfway, replaced by a breath that took too long to let go of. "Your assistant tells me you haven't left the villa in six hours."
"Ivy talks too much."
"Ivy reports to me too, remember. Occupational hazard of being the man who signs her bonus." Another pause, shorter this time, and I heard something clink against glass on his end — water, or the pills he'd started keeping by the bed without naming them. "Tell me about the package."
I turned the legal pad face-down on the desk without deciding to. "It's everything Morticia promised. The will, the clinic records, a note from the lawyer who died three years ago."
"A note."
"Names. Three of them. One's hers." I didn't say t
