Venessa’s POV

I had always loved secrets.

Not just knowing them, but holding them. Turning them over in my mind like glittering stones, each one sharper, more dangerous than the last. And now, standing in Elena’s chambers after she spilled her plan, I felt like I was holding a dagger and a crown all at once.

Aria. Poor little Aria. She had no idea what storm was about to break over her head.

I closed Elena’s door behind me and started down the hall, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. My heart was still racing, but not with fear. Excitement. This was better than any celebration, better than...