"Why would she target us specifically?" Eduardo asked, leaning forward to see the tablet screen.
"I don't know." Stefan studied the woman's face, feeling that strange sense of déjà vu he'd experienced since first seeing her in person at the Metropolitan Museum fundraiser months ago. "But something about her..."
He left the thought unfinished, unable to articulate the nagging feeling that he should recognize Camille Kane. That beneath her perfect exterior lay something, someone, he had encountered before.
"You're grasping at shadows," Eduardo said gently. "Looking for conspiracies instead of accepting hard truths."
Perhaps his father was right. Perhaps the systematic destruction of Rodriguez Shipping was simply bad luck, bad timing, bad management decisions coming home to roost all at o
