Chapter 25
Harper was drowning.
Water poured through the ceiling of the Adriatic, cascading down the walls in sheets, warping the restored wood, cracking the marble floors. She ran through the hallways trying to find the source, but every door she opened revealed another flood, another catastrophe, another failure.
The renovation was falling apart. Years of work undone in minutes.
She could hear her aunt's voice echoing through the building. "You promised, Harper. You promised you would save it."
"I'm trying," Harper shouted into the empty ballroom, water rising around her ankles. "I'm trying, but it is not enough."
The water kept rising. Knee-deep now. Waist deep. She could not breathe, could not move, could not stop it.
"You failed," her aunt's voice said. Except now, it was not M
