Chapter 53

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Camille's private suite, warming the polished wood floors and catching the fire of diamonds still resting on her dressing table. She hadn't returned the necklace to its velvet box last night, instead leaving it where she could see it when she woke this morning, a physical reminder that the events at the museum hadn't been a dream.

Her phone lit up with another notification. The fifth news alert in twenty minutes. She reached for it, ...