Chapter 3 - The Locket's Secret
I stared at the silver locket dangling from her trembling fingers.
It was an exact replica of the heirloom Genevieve had worn every single day of our marriage.
“Where did you get that?” I demanded, stepping out from behind my desk with mounting fury.
“Genevieve gave it to me three days ago in a private clinic outside Detroit,” Evelyn replied softly.
The claim sounded completely absurd, yet every instinct in my body screamed that this woman wasn't lying.
Genevieve’s burial had been private, conducted under heavy security with a closed casket due to her severe condition.
“If my wife is alive, why would she send a penniless stranger to my gates instead of coming herself?”
Evelyn looked down at her scuffed boots before meeting my gaze again with profound sadness.
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“Because Crosby Vane is holding her hostage, Lawson,” she revealed, sending a fresh wave of ice through my veins.
“And he’s been using her blood to engineer the very toxin that is slowly poisoning Jonah and Blythe.”
