Victoria's hands shook as she poured herself a drink in her office. The setting sun cast long shadows across the room. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, New York City sparkled, unaware of the storm brewing among its towering buildings.

"Herod Preston," Victoria whispered the name like a curse, staring into her glass. "After all these years..."

Camille had never seen Victoria like this, unsteady, shaken to her core. Since Alexander had revealed ...