The east parlor felt smaller than usual as Luna finished explaining everything—Grace's memories, the phone call with their mother, Eleanor's twisted revenge plot. Grayson sat perfectly still, his hand gripping Luna's so tightly she could feel his pulse racing against her palm.
"She kept your mother prisoner for fifteen years," Grayson said finally, his voice hollow. "My aunt. The woman who raised me after my father died."
"Grayson, I'm so sorry," Luna whispered.
He shook his head sharply. "Don't. Don't apologize for her actions." He stood abruptly, pacing to the window. "I should have seen it. All these years, I thought she was just bitter about how my father treated her. I thought her isolation was grief." He laughed bitterly. "I gave her money, set up her medical care, trusted her com
