Aria’s POV
“Spoken like a true Luna,” he had said. And he meant it. That was the most terrifying part.
Livia stood by the door, her fingers twitching against the fabric of her skirt. She looked between us, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and something I couldn't read.
“Livia. Leave us,” Max said. He didn't look at her. His eyes remained locked on mine.
She hesitated for a second, her gaze flickering to me. For a brief moment, the mask of the polished, perfect assistant dropped. She gave me a look, it was sharp, quick, and desperate. It was a warning.
Then, she was gone. The click of the door sounded like a starting pistol.
Max walked back to the desk and poured another drink, but he didn't sit down. He leaned against the heavy wood, watching me.
“The original merger was built
