The ride in Adrian Kane’s black Bentley was silent. The city lights streaked past the tinted windows, but Aurora barely noticed. Her mind whirled with his words shares, investments, an empire.

She gripped the brass key in her lap, its edges pressing into her skin. Mother, what did you leave me?

Adrian sat beside her, utterly composed. His sharp profile was illuminated by the glow of the passing streetlights, his expression unreadable, as if he’d already calculated every outcome of ...