Tucked in the ornate corners of the ballroom ceiling, hidden in the cascading floral arrangements I’d personally commissioned, were four tiny blinking black lenses.

“Those aren’t hotel security feeds, Daniel,” I said, baring my blood-stained teeth. “They’re mine.”

Victor’s face drained a shade paler than his white dress shirt.

Elaine clutched her diamond necklace and stepped back. “Victor? What is she talking about?”

Ignoring the pain in my back, I pushed up onto one elbow. The distraction had made Daniel’s guards look away, and my sister, Sarah, finally broke through their line.

She dropped to her knees beside me, her hands shaking as they hovered over my body.