At his penthouse, Ethan paced like a cornered animal.
“They’re spinning everything,” he said. “No matter what we throw.”
Belinda scrolled her phone. “Camellia’s still alive and talking. We should’ve silenced her when we had the chance.”
Ethan turned. “Then do it now.”
Belinda hesitated. “She’s more useful breathing. She’s emotionally tangled. Break the...