WHEN EMILY AND JAMES FACE THE IMPOSSIBLE DECISION
Emily sat in the dim glow of the penthouse, staring at the whiskey glass in front of her, though she had no intention of drinking it. The ice was melting, condensation dripping down the side, much like the resolve she was desperately trying to hold onto.
Xavier’s words still echoed in her mind.
"I want Margaret dead."
Across the room, James stood with his arms crossed, his posture stiff, his expression unreadable.
Liam, on the other hand, leaned against the bar, rolling his own untouched whiskey between his fingers, watching the two of them like he already knew what was coming.
For once, none of them were arguing.
Because there was no point.
Because there was no easy answer.
James finally broke the silence, his voice low, controlle
