Marcus Vane, who had been silent, tilted his head. "Well, the cast looks well-signed. A small price to pay for a lesson in caution, I suppose."
I raised my water glass with my good hand, the crystal cold against my palm. Across the table, Liam caught my eye. He didn't say a word about the accident—he had already done his duty in that regard—but there was a heaviness in his silence that made my skin crawl. He watched Jason's hand on my neck, then watched me take a sip of water.
The dinner was a marathon of lies. I sat through three courses of sea bass and Wagyu beef, nodding at the right times, laughing at George’s boisterous anecdotes about the market, and watching the way Jason and Liam discussed the finalization of the merger. They talked about millions of dollars and global acquisitio
