Zayne’s POV
I signed my name carefully.
Claiming I did the right thing, he wanted it from me. But it wasn't the real one.
The pen moved across the paper with perfect control, each stroke deliberate, each curve wrong in a way only one person would ever notice. Aurora. She would see it instantly. She knew my hand better than I knew my own heartbeat.
Jake stood across the desk from me, watching with hungry patience, his fingers tapping lightly against his briefcase. He thought this was the end. He thought he had cornered me, drained me, beaten me into submission.
I almost smiled. When I finished, I slid the papers across the polished surface. “There,” I said calmly. “It’s done.”
Jake picked them up without hesitation, like they were a trophy. His eyes skimmed the pages, then landed on t
