The elevator doors slid open to a hall that smelled faintly of lemon and alarm. Two guards stood at the far end, radios hissing. Between them and the suite: Jacob, Camila, and a space that had been holding a fight for too long.
“Move," Jacob ordered his men.
They moved—and stopped because Olivia didn't. She stepped in front of Alex and planted herself in the middle of the hall, bare feet silent on the carpet.
“Remember your place," Jacob said, voice edged.
“I am," Olivia said. “It isn't behind you."
Camila reached for Jacob's sleeve. “Jacob, please. This isn't—"
“This is exactly what it is," Olivia said. “A door. I'm closing it."
“You're my Luna," Jacob snapped.
“I'm not your wife," Olivia answered, calm as a verdict. “I'm a signature and a time away from free."
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