LOGINLysander's POVI asked the driver to stop the car, i stepped out and Seraphina was just confused."Lysander, get in the car.""I can't go yet."She spun around so fast her earring caught the light. "What do you mean, you can't go yet? We're leaving. That was the whole point.""I have to see someone first.""See who?" Her eyes narrowed. "It's one in the morning.""Business."I said it too fast, and I heard it land wrong even as it left my mouth."Business." She repeated the word like it tasted bad. "At a gala. After what just happened in there.""Seraphina""Don't." She held up a hand, sharp, final. "I saw your face when you looked at that boy. Don't stand here and tell me this is business."I didn't answer that, because there wasn't a version of the truth I could give her right now that wouldn't make everything worse."Go home," I said instead. "Take the car. I'll get a ride.""You're really doing this.""Please."She stared at me a long moment."Fine," she said. "Do whatever you want
Nerissa's POVThe twins didn't wake up when we got home. Lucien carried Nicole, I carried Nicholas, and we passed each other on the stairs without saying a word, both of us moving quiet and careful, like the house itself might wake them if we weren't.I pulled Nicholas's shoes off and tucked the blanket up to his chin. He mumbled something about grape juice and rolled over.I stood there a minute longer than I needed to.He look more like his father every month. I used to think it would fade as he grew, the way baby faces sometimes do. It hadn't. If anything, it was getting worse.Lucien was waiting for me in the hallway when I came out, tie completely undone now, sleeves pushed up."He's out cold," he said. "Nicole read him the shark chapter for six minutes before he stopped answering her.""That's a record.""She's very proud of herself."We walked down to the study together. Neither of us switched on the main lights, just the lamp by the window, and Lucien poured two glasses of som
Nerissa's POVThe board president was right in the middle of his speech when I noticed Lysander stop listening to Seraphina. He wasn't even looking at her anymore. He was looking right at Nicholas.I stiffened up immediately."Relax," Lucien whispered, putting a gentle hand on my back as he guided me toward the head table."I am relaxed.""Your face says otherwise."I took a breath and unhitched my jaw.Beside me, Nicole tugged my dress and pointed at the melting ice sculpture on the side table. A waiter was trying to clean up a giant puddle with a tiny cloth. "That's stupid," she said. "He needs a bigger towel.""Don't be rude," I murmured, but my eyes drifted right back across the room.Lysander was frozen. He stared at Nicholas like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.I pulled Nicholas closer, resting my hand on his shoulder. "Come here, sweetie.""Mom, who is that guy?" Nicholas asked, looking back over at him. "Why does he keep staring at me?""Nobody you need to
Lysander'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







