The black sedan stopped two blocks away from an old, gray stone building near the edge of the lower city district. The bank looked like it belonged to a different decade. Its concrete walls were stained by years of rain, and the heavy iron bars on the windows were covered in dark rust. This wasn't the shiny, high-tech financial district where Alexander owned. It was a forgotten corner of the Capital, a place where people came when they wanted things to stay hidden.
Seraphina stepped out of the car, her white heels clicking against the cracked pavement. She didn't let the driver follow her. This was a journey she had to take entirely alone.
Before her mother passed away, she had whispered a single, frantic secret into Seraphina's ear while her father and Victoria were busy sorting out the
