Selene's voice was still trembling through the receiver, but that microscopic hesitation had already completely given her away.
"Alright," I said, leaning back onto the plush leather of my chair, my tone measured and unhurried. "Then let me share some news with you. Hannah Larson flew back this afternoon and went straight to the police to turn herself in. She has already confessed to every single thing you ordered her to do over the past three years. Is there anything else you want to say to me? Because if not, I'm hanging up."
"Bianca, wait!"
Her voice shifted instantly. The faux-tearful innocence vanished, replaced by a sharp, venomous screech—the sound of a cornered animal realizing it had run out of room. "I am your sister! You'd actually believe a total outsider over me? Hannah was
