The morning light barely seeped through the heavy curtains when Ciel sat Roxanne down in his study.

His eyes, usually so warm when looking at her, were steeled over with a rare, glacial coldness.

He handed her a folder, the one Alex had compiled with every sordid truth about Derek, Evelyn, and the slow, intentional murder of her mother.

Roxanne flipped through the pages in silence, her hands trembling as each revelation dug deeper into her soul.

When she reached the end, she lifted her gaze ...