Because if she hadn’t planned it alone, then the person who had was still in that ballroom behind me, still smiling, still untouched, still close enough to touch my arm and call me dear.

I had spent a week thinking of Sabrina as the enemy, building my whole campaign around bringing her down.

And she had just told me, on her way to a cell, that she had been what I had been — a piece someone else had moved.

The real player had not even been on the board where I was looking.

Chapter 10 — Shell Companies

Hours later, Olivia called, and her voice had changed.