Tessa clapped her hands together softly, delighted.

“There,” she said.

“Now let’s see you try to ruin the Vance family.” Julian dropped the bent crowbar onto my ruined desk, breathing hard, and brushed off his tailored jacket, and looked at me with a condescension so total it was almost impressive.

“Consider us even for the card, Evelyn,” he said, adjusting his cuffs as he turned for the door.

“You’re nothing without us.