Dinner was a quiet affair. Zane barely ate, pushing food around his plate. Jovi kept glancing at him, then at Vance, then at Nerissa, a triangle of worry and suspicion. Vance was composed, professional, asking Liam about his grandfather's thoughts on the project.

Nerissa said almost nothing.

After dinner, she went to her cabin. She tried to read. Tried to work. But her mind kept drifting to the folder Zane had received, to the tremor in his hands, to the way his face had drained of color when he understood.

He didn't read it, she thought. He never reads the fine print. He gets excited and signs and assumes it'll...