_Nathan’s POV_
By the time the four of us met again, the limited-window strategy already felt like a tool that had outlived its usefulness.
Miles’s apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the sound of Kane tapping a pen against the edge of the table. Theo had brought a half-finished list of upcoming joint obligations. I had brought the understanding that if we kept fighting Rowan only through calendar restrictions, he would keep winning politely.
“So,” Kane said, “no more shrinking doorways.”
“No more only that,” I said. “It slows him down just enough to look like progress while the structure stays intact.”
Theo turned the list outward. “Then we use the structure. There’s a joint alliance reception after the charity exhibition practice on Thursday. Not a ful
