Avery folded the note, the crisp paper biting into her palm, and shoved it deep into her pocket.
Dorothea was still asleep, her lashes long and motionless against her pale cheeks. Avery brushed a stray hair from her daughter's forehead, but the calm she tried to project was already fracturing.
Someone was lurking in the shadows of this villa. Someone had reached out and touched her child.
She had to move faster. She had to find the truth before the darkness swallowed them both.
The next morning, Avery went in search of Dominic. A man in black-a silent sentinel at the end of the corridor-tilted his chin toward the conference room.
The heavy doors weren't fully latched. Voices, sharp and urgent, bled through the c***k.
"...The Devereux family has pushed for the third time. Victor says
