"Her smile’s a noose. His power’s a cage.
Then she walks in—suit sharp enough to skin a liar, eyes that read secrets like contracts.
Alicia’s been playing the good stepdaughter for years. But Veronica Reed doesn’t do ‘good.’ She does take.
‘Freedom’s stolen,’ she purrs, and suddenly the girl in burgundy isn’t just watching—she’s sharpening her teeth.
Politics? Please. This is a blood feud in pearls.
Who’s the pawn? Who’s the blade?
By dawn, someone’s getting carved out.
And the pretty one? She’s about to taste revolution."
