The master key was never a trick.

It was just the refusal, held quietly for years, to hand another person the pen.

Chapter 10 — Upstate

He came for me at eleven o’clock that night, at my father’s estate in the hills upstate, where Tamsin had told him — through channels she chose carefully — that I had gone.

I heard the headlights before I saw them, sweeping hard across the dark windows, and then his fists on the heavy oak door.

“Greer!