Chapter 119 The Trap Is Set

Genevieve stood in front of the tall, gold-framed mirror inside the suite Silas had chosen for its seclusion. Her fingers paused at her collarbone, then moved with purpose, tightening the pearl-buttoned neckline of her silk blouse. She wasn’t dressing to impress. She was dressing to deceive. Outside the window, Paris wore its dusk like a velvet mask, streets humming beneath layered lights. She picked up her phone, typed the message with deliberate confidence.