Grace's POV
Something was wrong the moment Sarah walked into the room.
Grace felt it before she understood it. A shift in the air. The way predators changed the temperature of a space just by existing in it. She was standing with two of Vincent's associates, listening to them discuss warehouse operations in Jersey, when she noticed Sarah being introduced by Dominic.
Sarah was beautiful in a calculated way. The kind of beauty that was a weapon. Sleek black hair. Expensive dress. The kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly how to hurt people.
And she was looking directly at Grace.
Not with curiosity. Not with friendliness like she'd pretended at the boutique. This was different. This was a predator recognizing prey that had finally stopped running.
Grace excused herself and moved to the bathroom. She needed space to think. She needed to understand what was about to happen before it happened.
She was fixing her hair when Sarah appeared in the mirror behind her.
