Altsin’s mind went blank for a full thirty seconds.

A whirlwind of suspicions flashed through his head, connecting with all the details he had either noticed or overlooked. Everything was unraveling like peeling back layers, finally twisting into a single thread.

No wonder...

No wonder he scoured the entire hotel but couldn’t find any record of Grace’s stay. He had assumed Chelsea had used hacking skills to erase her tracks. She had indeed concealed Grace’s whereabouts—but not through technology. She had done it by being her.

Chelsea was Dr. Grace.Grace was Chelsea.

Altsin’s jet-black eyes turned bloodshot with shock and fury. His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into tight...