"That signature is Julian's mother's." My voice sounds strange to me. Too thin. Too sharp. I keep staring at the bottom of the paper in my hands.
Victor Montague.
Evelyn Thornton.
Two names. Two people who keep saying they did what they did to protect me. Two people who keep leaving me to step on the broken glass after.
Elias watches my face carefully. He is not cold now. Not really. He looks like a man waiting to see which wound hurts more.
"What is this?" I ask. He does not rush his answer. "Page two of a sealed transfer order." "Transfer to where?" "Back to Richard." The room goes quiet in the worst way. I look up from the paper so fast my neck hurts. "No."
"Yes."
"No." I shake my head again, harder this time, like that will change the ink. "Victor told me Richard found you after
