Laurent sat at the far end of the room, his hands steepled beneath his chin. The hotel suite was cold, sleek — the kind of place Laurent Bellerose thrived in.
Mia stood by the door, Liam at her side. Laurent’s gaze sharpened as they entered.
“You signed,” Laurent said evenly.
Mia’s gaze burned. “You knew I would.”
Laurent’s mouth curled faintly. “Yes.”
Liam’s jaw flexed. “So you knew Viktor would use Adrian and Dain against her?”
Laurent’s gaze sharpened. “Collateral damage.”
Mia’s chest burned. “They’re not damage — they’re my friends.”
Laurent’s gaze darkened. “Friends are liabilities, Mia. Viktor knows that better than anyone.”
Mia’s fists curled at her sides. “And you let this happen.”
Laurent stood slowly, his gaze sharp. “I allowed you to make a choice.”
Her chest fracture
