Caldwell mansion in Long Island. The hinge

s sitting on the Victorian sof

ir and the oversized men's coat. A spark

saucer. She jumped up and ran forward, her voice pitched lo

d out of the kitchen, wiping her hands o

na's arm to pull her into the light, wa

t and stepped back. Delilah's hands grabbed e

Her voice was flat and steady. "Are you trying

. She quickly put her hand over

party last night and then you vanished..." Delilah l

hardened. "Giana, wh

o her palms that the skin nearly broke. The sharp, grounding pain cleared the lingering fog in her head. It was time to play an entirely different game. She thought of every betrayal

her mother's neck and buri

o scared," Giana whispered.

hugging her. The anger melted out of her

voice muffled against Angele's sweater. "Some dr

ling Giana back to inspect h

sleep in his guest room because I was too shaken up to drive. He lent

d personally spiked Giana's drink. She had paid the wait

nice?" Delilah stepped closer, h

r eyes were like daggers. "You sound disa

coiled. Her face went

at's enough, Delilah. Giana is

fingernails dug into her

ele's shoulder. "Mom, I'm so tire

I'll have the kitchen make you som

taircase. As she passed Delilah, she let a

atched Giana walk up the stairs. She neede

hen. Then, she slipped off her heels and crept