The next morning, Amelia was awakened by the muffled buzz of voices echoing off the walls of the penthouse. Dull, but insistent. Not the soft drift of servants or the hum of Carter's law firm in the background. No this was different.

She slipped out of the bed, padding across cold marble, her heart racing as the voices increased in volume. She recognized Alexander's deep voice, his crisp short sentences, but there was another voice harsh, angry, spewing words like bullets.

".you said this was ...