Julia felt her resolve slipping. She wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe that, somehow, her sister had changed, that the years of betrayal and cruelty had been left behind.

But a small voice in her head kept whispering that this was Amelia—deceptive, scheming Amelia, who had hurt her time and time again.

Seeing the struggle in Julia’s face, Caspian felt his patience snap. He took a step back and pressed the button on his desk.

“Dominic,” he spoke into the intercom, his voice steady and controlled, “come to my office immediately.”

Within seconds, the door opened, and Dominic, Caspian’s best man and practically the head of security at...