JULIAN'S POV
The last of the guests' cars had finally disappeared down the long driveway. The mansion felt huge and quiet, the only sounds the low hum of the industrial dishwasher and our footsteps on the polished floor. I stood with Sebastian in the grand foyer, the air still thick with the ghosts of perfume and politics.
"They're in the west library," Sebastian said, his voice flat. He'd been quiet since we'd gotten Jessica and Dominic out of here. "All three of them."
A slow, cold satisfaction spread through my chest. "Good."
"Your idea," he said, glancing at me. "The mental manipulation. Elegant. No scene."
I just nodded. We'd waited until the party was truly over, until Jessica was safely gone. We didn't want her to see this. She'd think we were monsters. Maybe we are. But the
