The silence in Jaxon’s office was suffocating, stretched so thin it felt like it could shatter under the weight of a single breath. Raven’s hand rested on the envelope, Viktor standing like stone at her shoulder, while the investigator’s gaze flicked between them all, waiting for the Don’s word.
Jaxon’s jaw clenched, the sharp edge of his control visible in the taut lines of his face. His hand hovered near the paper, fingers curling as though he could strangle the truth itself before it was spoken.
“Do it,” he said at last, voice low, guttural, the sound of a man forcing the world into obedience.
The investigator nodded once. With deliberate precision, he slit open the envelope Raven had carried back from the clinic. Papers slid free with the whisper of secrets long hidden. He scanned q
