MasukLysander's POVMy tie was choking me. I had put it on this morning the exact same way I always did, but somewhere on the drive to the Hendricks gala, it decided to strangle me. I kept trying to loosen it without Seraphina noticing. It wasn't working."Stop touching it," Seraphina whispered. Her hand gripped my arm hard. "You look nervous.""I'm not nervous.""You've fixed your tie eight times." She flashed a huge, fake smile at someone passing by. "Relax. We're just here to be seen."Right. Just here to be seen. As if I didn't have a folder from Dr. Anh stuffed inside my jacket pocket, holding proof of attempted murder. It pressed against my ribs, making it hard to breathe.The ballroom was exactly what you’d expect. Too much crystal, too much gold. Near the entrance, a giant ice sculpture slowly melted, leaving dark puddles on the shiny marble floor. A waiter kept rushing over to wipe it up before anyone important noticed the mess.People kept coming up to talk to me about bu
Lysander's pov She stood in the doorway, waiting for me to say something. Her feet were bare on the rug. The blue light from the computer screen was still hitting the desk, right next to the printed bank statements and the surveyor's report. I closed the laptop. "An old insurance file," I said. I said it too fast. Before she even finished her sentence, the words were out of my mouth. I swept the papers off the glass, shoved them into the top drawer, and turned the key. Seraphina leaned against the doorframe. "Insurance? At two in the morning?" "The underwriters asked for an audit on the southern land," I said. My thumb pressed against the edge of the small brass key in my pocket, digging into the skin until it hurt. "I wanted to check the numbers before my meeting tomorrow." She shook her head with a soft smile. "You work too much, Lysander. Come to bed. It's late." She rested her hand on her stomach. It was an automatic habit now, something she had done every d
Lysander's POVDr. Anh set a grease-stained paper cup on the dashboard of my car. Rain hit the windshield in heavy, uneven slaps, blurring the red glow of the diner sign across the asphalt."The money didn't start in the Vale account," she said. She didn't look at me. She was busy wiping a splash of drip coffee off her coat sleeve with a wad of yellowing napkins. "Seraphina's father is sloppy, but he isn't that sloppy. The Vale account is just a trough. Somebody else keeps filling it.""Who?""Anders Cole Maritime Holdings." She tossed the wet napkins into the floorboard. "Cayman registration. Three layers of nominee directors."The name sat between us, cold and heavy. "Maritime?" I picked up the folder sitting on my lap. The edge of the cardboard was damp from the rain outside. "What does a shipping firm have to do with an obstetrician in Geneva?" "Nothing," Anh said. "Which is why I checked it twice. Three transfers into Whitfield's account over eighteen months. Every sin
Nerissa's POV"Mom, is Friday a party or a work thing?" Nicole asked around a mouthful of toast."Work thing," I said. "Very boring. Very important.""Can important things be boring?""Most of them are."She considered that with the seriousness she gave everything, then went back to her toast, satisfied. Nicholas was under the table hunting for a dropped fork, which he'd apparently decided was faster than asking for a new one."Found it," he announced, popping back up, fork held aloft like a trophy."Wash it first.""It's fine.""Nicholas."He sighed the sigh of a five-year-old wronged by hygiene standards and slid off his chair to find the sink.Some mornings I let myself sit in this exact kind of chaos a beat longer than I needed to, because by nine o'clock I'd be a different person entirely, and I liked knowing this version still existed underneath the other one.Priya was waiting by the car with two folders and the particular brisk energy she wore on days she'd already answered fo
Lysander's POVI didn't sleep. I just couldn't stop thinking.By six, I was already dressed, staring at my reflection like it might have an answer I didn't. Downstairs, the house smelled like coffee and normal life.Seraphina was at the table, scrolling through her phone, hair still damp from the shower."You're up early," she said, not looking up."Couldn't sleep.""Again?" She finally glanced at me, some concern in it that used to work on me without effort. "You've been off for days.""Work stuff.""Mm." She went back to her phone. "Anything I should worry about?"I almost laughed. "No."I sat down across from her and poured coffee I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. She kept scrolling, thumb moving fast, and I watched her face for anything. Nothing. She was good. I guessed she had years to practice."I have a call this morning," she said. "With the caterer, for the baby shower Talia's planning.""Already?""She's excited." A small smile. "First grandchild."
Lysander's POVThe records came on a Thursday. Two days, exactly like Whitfield promised.A courier dropped the envelope at the front desk and left. I carried it up to the study and set it on the desk without opening it, just looking at the seal for a minute, like it might tell me something before I broke it.It didn't. Nothing ever does until you make yourself look.I slit it open and spread the pages across the desk.Ultrasound images, dated and initialed. Hormone panels with numbers next to reference ranges, everything sitting comfortably inside the lines. A signed intake form from five years ago. A referral note. Visit logs going back to the very first appointment, each one filled out in the same careful hand.I read through it twice, waiting for the gap. The missing signature, the smudged date, the number that didn't line up with the one before it. Something Anh could point to and say, there, that's wrong.There wasn't one.Every question I'd been carrying around for two days had







