[Sera]
The words hit like ice water. Like a blade sliding between my ribs.
He meant it. Every cold, calculated syllable. To him, I was just another acquisition. Another problem to be solved with money and power.
His finger still held my chin, and I yanked away from his touch like it burned. It did burn. The mate mark on my neck throbbed with a heat that made me want to claw at my own skin.
"You have twenty-four hours to consider," Killian said, stepping back. His expression had already reset to that infuriating blankness—bored billionaire discussing quarterly reports. "I suggest you think carefully."
Twenty-four hours. Like I needed that long to know I was standing at the edge of a cliff with nowhere to go but down.
"I'll sign."
The words left my mouth before my brain caught up. His
