phin

y the sound of his now-steady breathing. He wasn't asleep, not yet, but the tormented edge

his was also an opportunity. When he was

me completely. He arranged for a tutor to instruct me on the duties of a Luna-charity functions

n the penthouse, and command me to stay. He'd read reports, take

ne rang. It was Victoria. He put it on speaker,

settling in?" Victoria's

ating," Damien repl

voice turning serious. "She reminds me so m

the name. He glanced at me, a question

, then changed the subject. The seed had been planted. The Beaumonts were known as a powerf

wed suspicion. "The Beaumonts. Your mother'

said, my voice carefully devoid

in his eyes. But he had no proof. M

e next day, while he was on a conference call, I "accidentally" spilled a glass of red wine on a priceless white rug. I created

meaning of th

s office was stark and minimalist. My eyes snagged on a title o

sed as a bookmark, was a folded, yellowed piece of parchment. It was a map. A hand-drawn map o

one. I heard footsteps approaching. I shoved t

ed the doorway. His eyes wer

d, his voice da

with a breezy confidence I didn't f

w I was lying, but he didn't know what

m, his hand shot out and grabbed my arm. "And my things."