The Perfect Charade

<<Katerina>>

I stare at Dorian from the corner of my eye as the Bentley glides through the city lights. He looks calm. My father said Dorian might already know about the plan—about everything—and yet here he is, sitting beside me as if I didn’t just deliberately shatter his phone minutes ago.

He didn’t even flinch. He just smiled that polite, unreadable smile, bent down, picked up the broken phone