cked. Seraphina wasn't

d respected everything else about him-because she had believed, foolishly, that he deserved it. And Julian, for his part, had treated her like she was too t

ng three years of watching Julian perform had taugh

ally protective of. He took it everywhere, even

door, leaving in a huff after her rejection. H

walk-in closet a

items-workout clothes, a towel, sneak

de lining, her fingers brushed agai

d over her as she pulled it out. I

so many secrets woul

tected. She tried his birthday. Incorr

ogant and superficial. The password

the license plate of his favorite lim

one un

sspool. Dozens of conversations with different

el named Amber Tucker. They had a da

ntless other women, each

ross a photo of Julian with his arm around a brunette in what was clearly a hotel bed, something small and sh

raphed tha

Selfies of Julian with a rotating cast of

e, encrypted email address she

racks, her finger slipped

r eye: Loft 7B, Greene St

the file. A scanned copy of a pro

lisle. He had secretly p

se. The place he to

as proof of financial deception. He had li

copy of the

r intrusion, powered it down, and placed it back in its hidden pock

d when the old butler answered. "I need you to keep an eye on Julian Carlis

the steady reply. "I'll have s

e in her inbox. She didn't feel triumphant. She didn't feel vindicated. She just

enough to

t. She would wait. She wou

ooked out the window. The s

t's... incident. She needed to see a doctor, just in case. She had been re