"He’s still dangerous," Leo warned. "The Munich glass..." "The Munich glass is useless if he can't pay the shipping tariffs," Elena snapped. "And I’ve already contacted every major distributor in the Midlands. No one will touch a Moretti-Blackwood project. They’re effectively blacklisted." She leaned back, a small, cruel smile playing on her lips. "I’m almost successful. I can see the look on her face already—the realization that she’s the anchor pulling him under. But I’m not satisfied yet, Leo." "What else could you possibly do?" Elena’s eyes took on a predatory gleam. "I want to hurt her a little more. I want to ensure she doesn't just lose the mill, but that she loses her 'Spirit.' I’ve already sent a buyer to that antique shop in the village. They’re going to buy that indigo sh

