Luna's legs gave out beneath her. She slid down the door until she was sitting on the cold marble floor, the photograph scattered beside her like broken pieces of her world.
Grace was her half-sister. And Grayson's half-sister.
Which meant... which meant her mother had been involved with Grayson's father. The same man who had terrorized Grayson's childhood, who had built an empire on stolen dreams. The same man who might have been responsible for her mother's disappearance.
The voices in the hallway had faded, but Luna couldn't move. Her mind raced through fragments of memory, trying to piece together a timeline that made sense. Her mother, pregnant and glowing in the photograph. The fire. The disappearance. And somewhere in between, a relationship with Richard Vaughn that had produced
