They were watching a woman decide when to spring a trap that had been set, quietly, by a dead aunt, eleven years before.

My calm frightened Chloe more than any screaming would have, precisely because she could not account for it.

She was about to find out.

Chapter 6 — This House Belongs to Me

I reached into my purse and pulled out the folded deed.

“Actually,” I said, unfolding it, “this house belongs to me.”

Luca blinked. “What?”

I handed him the first page.