“I will prepare the paperwork for her new security clearance,” Marcus said. “And her compensation.”

“Forget the paperwork, Marcus,” Alexander said, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. “Just get the cars.”

Outside, the thunder rumbled one last time, a distant, dying sound as the storm moved away from the city of Boston.

I looked around the dark study, at the scattered papers, the blue vial on the desk, and the family that had almost destroyed itself from within.

My life in this house had changed forever in the span of a single rainy night.

I was no longer the silent housemaid who faded into the background.

I was the one who held the key to the Romano legacy, and they all knew it.