“Sylvia, what do you mean? Are you saying someone’s trying to hurt your brother?”

Sylvia Newton shook her head, worrying and clouding her expression. “I just think it’s all too strange. Louis had an accident not long ago, and now Noah’s in trouble too.”

“Mom,” she whispered, “could someone be behind this—trying to get rid of us, one by one?”

Mrs. Newton’s face paled. “You don’t mean… Hope, do you?”

Lucian frowned. To him, Hope Newton was nothing more than a scheming girl who’d managed to latch onto a sponsor and Iris, that washed-up entertainment agent. “Hope?” he scoffed. “No way. She’s not that capable. And besides, wasn’t Louis’s death...