Luna stood at her bedroom window, watching the city lights blur through the glass. The auction felt like a lifetime ago, though only hours had passed since Grayson had guided her through the mansion's front door, the Maria Santos painting carefully wrapped and following in a separate car.

She'd managed to hold herself together during the ride home, even smiled when Grayson mentioned having the painting hung in the morning room where the light would showcase it best. But now, alone with her ...