Clara
Sebastian found me in the garden less than an hour after his call with Julian, his face pale enough that I rose from the bench before he'd even reached me.
"What's happened?"
He didn't answer immediately, glancing around to confirm we were alone before pulling a folded letter from his jacket and handing it to me along with three photographs I recognized, with a sinking dread, before I'd even fully processed what I was looking at.
"Someone's blackmailing me," he said quietly. "Two million dollars within seventy-two hours, or they take these to the press."
I read through the letter twice, my stomach twisting with each line, then looked up at him, my mind already racing through everything this threatened. "Julian's identity is exposed in this."
"Completely." Sebastian sat heavily
