THE mansion was quiet, too quiet, almost like it was holding its breath. Camilla stepped through the door, her shoes clicking against the marble floor in an almost unnerving rhythm. Her mind was still a whirlwind after her visit with Margaret. There was something… unsettling about the woman, about the way she dismissed everything. Camilla couldn't shake the feeling that Margaret was hiding something, something crucial about Cyrus. She had a feeling ‘that brother’ was related to the picture she'd seen in the hidden basement before.

Her gaze swept across the room as she moved toward the staircase, the shadows cast by the late afternoon sun stretching long across the...