CHAPTER 67

Then she was gone.

Camilla stared at the ivory card on the table. Alonso de la Vega. It felt like a lifeline. The panic was gone, replaced by a cold, buzzing sense of purpose. Sebastian would pay. Aria would fall. And she wouldn't rot in a cell. She'd be protected by someone who knew how to win.

A few minutes later, the exhausted public defender returned with the paperwork. Before he could speak, the door opened again.

A tall man with silver hair entered, dressed in a suit that exude