At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

We froze.

From above, the faint, manic sound of a woman’s voice echoed down the concrete stairwell.

“—think he’s coming for you? He’s probably drinking himself to death in his penthouse, mourning his beautiful, tragic wife!”

It was Ysella. The hatred in her voice was palpable, dripping like venom.

I bypassed Vance, taking the final flight of stairs two continue reading …