"She suspects nothing, Lynn," the recording played. "My brother is too focused on the new Mate and the Beta's demands to notice where I spend my nights. Soon, the influence Hestia has built will be ours. We won't have to hide in the shadows of his crown much longer."
Then came Lynn's voice. Sharp, crystalline, and full of a dark heat I'd never heard from her. "Hestia is a fool. She thinks she's the Mountain, but she's just a stepping stone. Once everything is set, we can finally make our move. I can't breathe in that bed next to him, Davis. I only feel alive with you."
The recording cut off.
I sank into a nearby chair, the cash under my coat crinkling loudly, but I didn't care. I felt like I'd just been hit by a freight train. Uncle Davis—the man who blamed me for Jake and Cora's deaths, the man who looked at me with such murderous loathing every time I stepped into the hall—was a traitor. And Lynn? The woman who acted like a saint of the High Class Region was a common adulteress.
