"Then who forged the second page?"
Julian's voice cuts through the nursery before anyone else can speak. He stands between Richard and the metal box now, as if his body can block one more lie from reaching me. I still have the letter in my hand. The words on that second page burn harder the longer I hold them.
Future consolidation through marriage.
Victor takes one unsteady step into the room. Sebastian Cross stays close behind him, one hand half raised like he is ready to catch him if he falls. That small movement does not escape Nathaniel. His eyes flick to it, then to his father's face, then away again.
Victor looks at the page in my hand and shakes his head once. "The first page is mine. The second is not."
Richard lets out a tired breath. "Convenient." I turn to him. "You do not
