Your continued survival,” he said slowly, “is bad for his business.”
“I noticed,” I said dryly.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes on the ceiling for a moment.
Then he looked back at me, gaze sharp.
“What,” he asked, “do you suggest we do about it?”
The question jolted me.
Not “What do you think I should do?”
What do *we* do.
I swallowed.
“You could void the clause,” I said. “Or amend it. Tie those assets somewhere else. To someone else. If my death no longer pays out to Victor or Lena, then they have one less reason to push me toward it.”
“Contracts aren’t simple strings to snip,” he said. “There are other parties, witnesses, expectations.”
“You’re the Alpha,” I said. “Your word is law, remember? Or does that only apply when you’re saying no to me?”
His mouth tightened.
“There
