Chapter 126

Rose stared at the photos spread across the marble countertop of Herod’s penthouse kitchen. Grainy images captured through a long-distance lens, yet clear enough to show what mattered. Camille and Alexander outside Boston Memorial Hospital. His hand holding something small. Her visible shock. Their embrace. And most damning of all, her hand afterward, a distinctive ring glinting on her finger.

“She’s engaged,” Rose whispered, the words burning her throat like acid. “He proposed and she said yes.”

She’d sent one of their hired men to follow Camille that afternoon, a precaution after Walsh had provided them with the misleading Grid information. She hadn’t expected this.

“Are you certain?” Herod asked, examining the photos over her shoulder. “The quality isn’t great.”

Rose’s fingernail stabbed at the clearest image. “Look at her finger. That’s an engagement ring.”

Herod squinted. “Could be any ring.”

“It’s not just any ring.” Rose’s voice sharpened.