Mia sat on the edge of the hotel room bed, her hands resting on her knees as the dim glow from the city filtered through the sheer curtains. Paris hummed quietly beyond the glass, but her thoughts were sharp, cutting through the stillness.
Liam leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes tracked every shift of her expression. Adrian sat sprawled in an armchair, his legs stretched out, twirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers. Dain stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the city below.
“We need a plan,” Mia said finally.
Liam’s gaze sharpened. “A real plan.”
Adrian’s mouth curled faintly. “You mean one that doesn’t end with you being handed over to Viktor like some kind of business asset?”
Mia’s eyes narrowed toward him. “That’s not happening.”
“Good
