QUEEN had barely gotten out of her car when the gate to the Escobar estate slid open on its own. She hadn't been interrogated, and no one had asked who she was, which only meant one thing, someone in the mansion had seen her arrival and allowed her in. Or perhaps, the guards had grown so used to her presence that protocol had been thrown out the window.

Today, she came unannounced, but with a mission. After several sleepless nights and Bianca’s piercing words ringing in her head, Queen had resolved to do something she hadn’t done in her entire life.

Beg.

Her hairy flipflop slapped against the smooth stone...