QUEEN pulled up at the grand, shadowed driveway of Oswald’s mansion just as the sun dipped behind the estate’s towering walls. The iron gates slid shut behind her with a low rumble that made her jaw clench tighter than it already was.

The mansion that once made her feel so smug, so close to the Escobar crown she believed she deserved, now felt like a prison she had foolishly chosen to chain herself inside. She stepped out of her car, her heels clicking briskly against the stone driveway. No Nathan at the door waiting to greet her. No Oswald standing in the foyer, arms crossed, pretending to tolerate her presence....