Sebastian's POV
"Where did you get these?"
My voice sounds like it belongs to someone else. It's too tight. Too quiet. I don't look up from the folder because if I do, I’m afraid the names on the paper will disappear.
Adrian Reed.
Elena Sinclair.
My father’s signature is right there, sharp and aggressive, sitting next to a name I only learned a week ago. They aren't just together on a page. They are tied together in a transfer of assets that predates the accident that killed my parents.
"Someone sent me a message," Aurora says.
I finally looked at her. She’s standing by the desk, her fingers digging into the wood so hard her knuckles are white. She looks like she’s vibrating not with fear, but with the kind of energy that comes right before a storm breaks.
"The same person who to
