Amelia gazed into the mirror, sitting on the lip of the vanity chair with her hands. The girl who looked back did not appear to be that same person who tripped into Alexander Carter's world weeks before. She looked keener now, harder, with questions that would not remain silent.

She was tired of secrets. Tired of silence. Tired of being told “later” whenever she wanted the truth.

Alexander had been keeping her under lock and key, not only through his rules and guards, but through how he ...