Dominic’s POV

It’s strange how easily a man can disappear.

Six months ago, I was a ghost. There no records, no name, no trace. Now, I’m standing under the gilded archway of Edenhall Academy, shaking hands and smiling like any other hired consultant.

The irony isn’t lost on me. The school belongs to a trust partially funded by Stanley Smith, my stepbrother, the man whose sins I’ve been uncovering piece by piece.

And today, I’ve been hired to clean up his mess. “Mr. Cole,” the ...