The silence in the penthouse on Monday morning was thick, a physical weight pressing against the glass walls.
Aurora was in the kitchen, pouring Ethan’s cereal. Her hands were steady, but her mind was a battlefield.
Be intrigued, Ariane. Because I’m coming for you.
Liam’s silent promise hung over her like a storm cloud. She had felt it in the elevator. She had felt it on the dance floor. He was hunting.
And now, she had invited him in. The memo was sent. The meeting was scheduled. She had opened the gates.
"Maman?"
Ethan was sitting at the island, his small legs swinging, his spoon hovering over his bowl. He was wearing his school uniform—a tiny, navy blazer with a crest that cost more than her first month’s rent in Paris.
"Yes, mon ange?" she asked, bringing the bowl to him.
He di
