He stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door Olivia had just walked through. His pulse pounded in his ears, her words echoing like a curse.
“You’re not the only heir still breathing.”
Behind him, Sarah’s footsteps padded softly across the wooden floor. “Jack,” she said again, more firmly. “Who was that woman?”
He turned, face still hard, unreadable. “She called herself Olivia West.”
Sarah’s brow furrowed. “The Olivia West? From the embassy fire?”
Jack gave a tight nod. “The very same. Except… apparently, she didn’t die. She’s been alive, orchestrating things from behind the scenes. And now she wants us to join her.”
Sarah shook her head in disbelief. “This doesn’t make sense. Why now? Why come here?”
The front door clicked again.
Both turned sharply.
Olivia stepped back
