Mia sat by the window of the penthouse, her arms wrapped around her knees. Paris stretched below her, lights flickering like stars against the dark canvas of night. The city seemed distant — detached from the chaos unraveling around her.
Liam stood near the doorway, his jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up. His arms were tense at his sides, his jaw tight as he watched her. The quiet hum of traffic outside did nothing to soften the charged silence between them.
“You shouldn’t have signed it,” Liam’s voice was low, sharp.
Mia’s gaze remained fixed on the city beyond the glass. “I couldn’t let them die.”
“You don’t even know if Viktor will keep his word.”
Mia’s throat tightened painfully. “And if I hadn’t signed, they would’ve been killed on that screen.”
Liam crossed the room in a few s
