Elena’s POV

My stomach was a knot of nerves as we crept toward the old perfume lab, the one place I’d sworn I’d never go back to. Wet dirt and gasoline clung to the air, mixing with the ghost of scents I’d once created. Somewhere inside that ruined building were the papers Stella had stolen—the formulas that built her empire and destroyed me. If I didn’t get them tonight, I’d never clear my name.

Those papers—my formula registry—were proof Stella had stolen my designs to ...