Chapter 7

Sleep was impossible. The blackmail message looped behind my eyelids — $2 million by Friday — and every time I closed my eyes I saw Victoria's venomous smile, Robert's calculating gaze, Nathan's hungry, pathetic face. At 4 AM I went downstairs. Light bled beneath Ethan's study door. Of course. The man ran on espresso and sheer will. I knocked. "Come in." Sleeves rolled, screens glowing, surrounded by documents. He looked like he hadn't slept either. When he saw me — barefoot, oversized...