Elias Pov

The world believed he was six feet under, but my mind was stuck on a single moment in the morgue. As Mara had leaned over him, her tears hitting the sterile sheet, I had seen it. A twitch of his index finger. It was enough to change everything.

I had moved fast. I used every contact, every favor, and every dollar I had to switch the body before the casket was sealed for the funeral. No one knew. Not Camille, not David, and certainly not Mara. I couldn't tell her—not while she was this fragile, and not while a killer was still walking the halls of our home....