The Heiress in Glass
The alarm screamed through the mansion like a living thing.
Red emergency lights began flashing along the walls, washing the staircase in a harsh crimson glow that made every shadow look deeper, sharper, more dangerous.
Daniel felt Vivienne’s fingers tighten in his hand.
He didn’t look back at her.
If he did, even for a second, he might lose focus—and right now, focus was the only thing keeping them alive.
Margaux stood at the bottom of the staircase like a queen receiving guests.