That night, the mansion was quiet in that eerie way that made every creak of the floor sound like a confession.

Amira tiptoed with her bare foot through the corridor. It was a relief Montez hadn’t returned yet. She slipped into her bedroom and hid the bottle of poison in her drawer.

Now, she needed to get into his study and see if she could find anything on him. She rushed to his side of the house only to see that the mahogany door was standing ajar, as ...