Nobody moved.
Camille stared at Cassandra.
The woman she had trusted.
The woman who had stood beside her through every nightmare.
The woman who had helped uncover secrets, protect her family, and guide them toward the truth.
Now she stood behind Isabelle.
Tears ran down her face.
And a gun was pressed against Isabelle's temple.
Camille's voice barely came out.
"Cassandra..."
Cassandra shook her head.
"I'm sorry."
Dante stepped in front of Camille.
"Put the gun down."
Cassandra's hand trembled.
"I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"No."
Her voice cracked.
"You don't understand."
Dante's eyes hardened.
"Then explain."
The man holding Isabelle pushed the gun harder against her head.
"Nobody moves."
Camille looked at him.
She didn't recognize him.
Older.
Broad shoulders.
Cold eyes.
Julian stared at him.
Then his face changed.
"Richard."
The man smiled.
"Hello, brother."
Camille's blood ran cold.
Richard.
Julian's younger brother.
The missing Laurent.
