He had thought the sudden reading of the will was the trap.

I was the trap.

Chapter 3: Rain and Retribution

“You bitter, deranged old woman,” Evan whispered, the venom in his voice audible only to those standing near the casket.

The veins in his neck strained against his collar.

Celeste, ever the survivor, recovered her composure a fraction of a second faster than her lover.

She stepped in front of him, shielding him from the hungry stares of the ValeTech board.

“This means absolutely nothing,” she sneered, her voice trembling slightly but loud enough to project confidence.