The tension around the Kavinsky estate had escalated . Lily noticed it in the way the staff glanced away when she entered a room. In the hushed conversations between Leo’s parents and their sudden interest in Kella’s presence at every family brunch.

It wasn’t paranoia.

Something was going on. At least her guts told her that.

And in the middle of it, she was finding dangerous comfort in Richie’s touch.

But not too much.

Not yet.

Two nights after their midnight greenhouse rendezvous, Lily and Richie crossed paths in the east corridor. A forgotten part of the mansion where the oil paintings collected dust and no one lingered.

She was...