The penthouse lights flickered as Mia entered, sketchbook still in hand, heels swinging from her fingertips.
Lucien looked up from his laptop. “You missed the buyer's dinner."
“I needed air."
He studied her. “Damian?"
She nodded. “I think… he's still out there."
Lucien set his laptop aside. “He is."
She raised an eyebrow. “How do you know?"
He held out his phone.
An encrypted message thread. No names. Just a photo.
Damian—kneeling on a marble floor, blood on his knuckles. The caption:
**“I shut down another line. No more girls."**
Mia's breath caught. “That's—"
“One of the trafficking operations he used to profit from. He's been dismantling them. Quietly. One by one."
She dropped onto the couch. “So he's… trying to make things right."
Lucien nodded slowly. “But redemption isn
