A c***k finally appeared in his expression.
"What do you mean?"
"First," I held up one finger, "hand over every single item my mother left behind—immediately and in full. Including that moonstone pendant you've been holding onto."
His jaw tightened.
"That thing is worthless."
"Not to you," I said evenly. "But to me, it's non-negotiable."
I didn't give him a chance to reply before continuing.
"Second, I want an additional fifty million dollars."
His coffee cup slammed onto the table with a sharp clatter.
"Are you out of your mind?" he hissed, eyes narrowing. "Do you realize what you're demanding?"
"I know exactly what I'm asking for." I didn't flinch. "One year. One year as Luna. One year of risk. Fifty million—that's nothing to you."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Not a threat." I
