She just attacked my child.

“You need to leave,” Chloe sneered, leaning close. “Before I have security throw you and the brat out into the freezing rain. Dominic’s done playing charity case with you.”

I did not yell. I did not cry. The mild-mannered schoolteacher Vivienne vanished, and the daughter of the Sterling dynasty woke up.

I looked at the ruined necklace on the floor, then slowly raised my eyes to meet hers.

“Watch her,” I whispered to a nearby concierge who’d been staring in shock. Then I pulled out my phone and dialed the private, encrypted number I hadn’t used in three years.

Victor answered on the first ring. “Viv? It’s a blizzard out there. Are you safe?”