I lasted exactly forty-seven minutes before I had to go back into that room.

Joana had decided the crystal wasn’t “sparkling enough,” which meant I was the one polishing glasses while the three of them continued their game a few feet away. Every time the cue ball cracked, I felt it in my teeth. Every time one of them moved, the air seemed to shift toward me.

I kept my eyes on the tray.

It didn’t help.

Damien’s voice was the first to reach me again, low and even. “You’re still carrying the day on your shoulders, Sienna.”

I didn’t look up. “I’m working, Mr. Voss.”

“I can see that.”...