Samantha paced the length of her grandmother's sitting room,

pivoting at the windows, yellow silk drapes swaying in her wake.

"It's Dave, Grandmama. I'm certain of it

Helena turned her head, watching Samantha's progress as she paced back toward the fireplace. "Why would Dave

fake his death?

"I'm not certain, of course." Samantha turned at the white marble hearth, pacing back toward the windows. "But what if the Wolf who came here as Dave Blake was some rogue that can to spy on us? father once mentioned his best friend who was now his enemy, perhaps, he's working for him."

Helena frowned, her eyes gentle as she looked at Samantha...