Chapter 6

The moment the nursery door bolted shut again.

I realized my hands were still shaking.

Not from fear.

From rage.

Delphine's greed, Alaric's cowardice — they were eating away, inch by inch, at the last line I had left.

Posy slept fitfully in my arms, her little fist knotted in my shirt.

Like she was holding on to the last lifeline in the world.

Eight months ago, I went off a cliff.

Everyone believed Sabine Ravenel was dead.

Only I knew what had really died: the woman who'd believed in her husband, her marriage, this family.

Now Delphine wanted my…