“Bianca is temporary,” he went on.

“I already promised Cordelia I’d end it.”

That was when I saw her: Bianca, standing just behind the heavy velvet curtain, hearing every word of it.

She turned, and found me standing directly in front of her.

“Now you know your place,” I said, very quietly, and watched the color leave her face.

Chapter 7 — The Mirror

The next morning I gave my private investigator three words of instruction: observe, document, do not intervene.

I did not have to wait long.