“Takes one to know one.”

The smirk on Adrian’s face was the last match to the fire already roaring inside her. Heat and disbelief surged up her throat.

Naya’s scream tore through the polished quiet of his office. She didn’t even hear the words at first—only felt the sound push from her chest. Her eyes landed on the nearest object—a framed photo of Adrian shaking hands with some politician. She snatched it up and hurled it toward the wall.

Glass shattered in a sharp, satisfying ...