SPENCER’S POVThe rusted key sat in the middle of my sea bass like a jagged piece of shrapnel. I stared at it, the iron-scent of the metal mixing with the expensive aroma of the dining room until I felt like I was going to choke."Everly?" My voice sounded like it belonged to a stranger. It was thin, reedy, stripped of the bravado I had spent the last decade building."You’re trespassing, Everly," Hailey shrieked, her face contorting into a mask of pure venom. She looked at her father, her chest heaving. "Dad, tell her! Tell the guards to throw this... this gold-digger out!"But her father, Thomas Sterling, didn't move. He wasn't looking at me. He wasn't even looking at Everly. He was looking at Steve, his eldest son—the man who had walked away from the Sterling name and built a shadow empire that now eclipsed his own."Steve," Thomas said, his voice raspy. "You brought her here? You brought a Knox into this house?""She’s not a Knox, Father," Steve said, his tone bored, as if he were
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