Amira felt the ground tilt. The thought of being a charity case for the rest of her life, of having to ask Amara for every cent, made her blood boil.
"I can help you," Sebastian whispered, leaning in so close she could smell the expensive tobacco on his breath. "I can make sure that will never come to the surface. You could have half of everything. Or, if you're feeling as greedy as your sister is acting... You could have all of it. Leaving Amara with nothing."
Amira's heart thudded. "What do you want, Sebastian? What's the price?"
"Nothing for me," he lied easily. "Just bring Amara to this address." He slid a small, embossed card into her hand
Amira stared at the card, then back at him, her eyes wide with realization. "You're crazy. I thought you were over this obsession. You just gave her back the shares!"
