~ Seraphina ~
“You need to look at the liabilities column first, Seraphina,” Lucien said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel through the very chair I sat in.
I leaned closer to the large digital tablet spread across the mahogany desk. The screen was filled with rows of numbers and legal terminology that once would have made my head spin. Now, under Lucien’s steady guidance, they were starting to look like what they actually were: weapons. We were in his private study, a room that smelled faintly of cedar and the expensive espresso he had been sipping for the last two hours.
“The liabilities,” I repeated, trying to keep my voice as steady as his. I traced a finger along a line of debt. “This is the offshore account Adrian used for the ‘Vale Foundation’ contributions, isn’t i
