~ Lydia

I had just about wrangled these two feral cats into some semblance of a conversation when my phone buzzed on the conference table. I ignored it, at first.

Nothing was more important than pinning Maddens down before he exploded again or getting the girl to stop crossing her arms like a sulky teenager.

Then it buzzed again. Twice.

I sighed, pinched the bridge of my nose, and finally flipped the phone over. One glance at the screen and my stomach dropped. A photo. It was grainy but clear enough. Stephano. His hand clamped around Camilla’s waist, pulling her flush against him like she belonged there. Like they weren’t...