“Rose, are you sure you want to do this alone?” Damien’s voice was heavy, barely audible over the hum of the car speeding through the dark night.

Rosemary sat in the passenger seat, her face illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights. Her hands clutched a brown folder — the one they’d found in Leo’s abandoned office — containing the first real evidence that could take Cassandra down.

“I can’t keep hiding, Damien. If I don’t act now, everyone will believe I’m guilty forever.”

Damien exhaled sharply, glancing at her. “I just don’t want you getting hurt again. Cassandra isn’t like other people. She has money, power, and political...