Mia paced her room, the discovered letter from Marcus still burning in her mind. The evening had arrived faster than she'd expected, and now she had to face dinner with Harry, Selen, and Eleanor, all while pretending she hadn't uncovered a sinister plot.

A soft knock on her door interrupted her thoughts.

"Miss Mia," Liza called. "Dinner will be served in ten minutes."

"Thank you, Liza. I'll be down shortly."

Mia checked her appearance one last time in the mirror. She'd chosen a simple black ...