Aria felt the weight of Sebastian’s gaze on her as she dismissed his earlier suggestion, but she stood firm. No matter how deeply she hated Henri, she wasn’t willing to cross that line. But even as she asserted herself, a part of her feared she was showing weakness. And she knew Leclair—he would never settle for anything less than a devastating blow.
She watched as his expression remained unreadable, but his eyes—those sharp, unyielding eyes—studied her intently, as if searching for the breaking point. When he finally spoke, his tone was disarmingly calm, yet the words were as jarring as a slap to the face.
“If you won’t destroy him physically, then we’ll destroy him morally—publicly, in a way that will make even his closest allies shudder. Delarney has always been careful, covering his
