TWENTY

Emilia watched as Max pulled Lisandra to the study and locked them inside, wondering if he had taken her advice about going back to that witch. She'd told him they were done, but for him to actually do as she said? Was he serious? He was never going to learn. It didn't matter whether she was around or not, that crazy woman had him wrapped around her fingers.

From the first day Emilia had met her, she'd known what kind of woman Lisandra was. Sly, opportunist, social climber with a heart as black as coal. She was the kind of person who would go to any lengths to get what she wanted. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she had actual bones in her closet.

It was clear she didn't love Max or she wouldn't be having an affair with Gwen's fiancé. This raised a question that had never occurred to anyone in the Carter family: What exactly did she want from them? If she wasn't fighting to stay in that family for love, then what was it? Any other woman in her position would have left, especially after