ANMELDENNerissa's POVLucien parked across from the entrance and cut the engine."Fifteen minutes," he said."Ten with him. Five to walk out.""Fifteen." He kept his eyes on the doors. "I mean it, Nerissa.""I know you do."Inside, they took my phone, my bag, and the pen from my jacket. A guard walked me down a gray corridor that smelled like floor cleaner and cold metal. At the end was a small room with a table, a recorder, and a window cut into the door.Rousset was already seated.He looked smaller than he had on the dock. The suit was gone. A plain gray uniform hung loose on his shoulders, and his cuffed hands rested on the table, perfectly still. Stillness was the one thing prison hadn't taken from him."You came," he said."You asked.""I didn't expect you to say yes.""Neither did I." I sat across from him. "Ten minutes. Start talking."He nodded, as if I'd named a price he'd already agreed to."Three people are left," he said. "You found the shells and the accounts. You haven't found
Nerissa's POVThe tailor had been in my living room for forty minutes, and Nicholas had been losing the argument for thirty-nine of them."It's too tight.""It's the right size.""It's strangling me.""It's a collar, Nicholas." Lucien knelt in front of him, working the tie with both hands. "It's supposed to feel like someone's hugging you slightly too hard.""That's a bad hug.""Welcome to formal wear."Nicole turned in front of the mirror, chin up, studying herself like a tiny general. "I want a train.""You're five," I said."Great-Grandpa said it depends on you.""Great-Grandpa says a lot of things.""He said you'd say that." She looked at me in the mirror, completely serious. "And that I should ask again nicely.""Please, Mommy," she added, the way someone reads a line they've rehearsed.I looked at Lucien. He was trying very hard not to laugh."A small train," I said."A medium one.""A small one with feelings of medium."She considered this and nodded, satisfied, as if we'd clos
Nerissa's POVHenri met me at the door before I'd even turned off the engine, which told me my grandfather had been watching the drive from his window again."He's in the solarium," Henri said. "He insisted. I told him the doctor wouldn't approve.""And?""He told me the doctor wasn't invited."I almost laughed. It was the first real laugh I'd had all week.Edouard sat at the same table where he'd planned half of my life over espresso, a blanket across his knees, a book he wasn't reading open in front of him. He looked smaller than the last time. Not weaker in the eyes. Just thinner everywhere else, like the illness was taking him one inch at a time and he refused to give it the satisfaction of a complaint."You're late," he said."I'm four minutes early.""For a woman who runs a hundred year old company, that's late." He pointed at the chair across from him. "Sit. Henri, leave the coffee. She won't drink it, but she likes to hold it."I sat. He was right, which annoyed me."The Cente
Lysander's POVShe called."Can we talk," she said. "In person. Not about Rousset, not about the case. Just talk.""Of course. Where.""The park near the office. Somewhere neutral."I got there before her, sitting on a bench overlooking the water, running through every possible version of what this conversation might be and landing on none of them.She arrived a few minutes later, coat pulled tight against the evening chill, sitting beside me without quite looking at me first."I talked to Lucien last night," she said. "And we had that one conversation we've both been avoiding."My stomach tightened. "What did he say.""That he's known for a while. About whatever this is, between us. That he's not angry, which somehow made it harder to hear than if he had been." She finally looked at me, something raw and unguarded in her expression that I wasn't used to seeing from her. "He told me loving him and being in love with him the way I used to love you aren't the same thing. He said he's kn
Nerissa's POVI found Lucien in the kitchen after the twins went down, two glasses of wine already poured, like he'd known I'd need one before I knew it myself."Rough day," he said, sliding one across the counter."Rough month, if I'm being honest." I took it gratefully, sitting across from him. "The Centennial's happening. Full guest list, full press. Rousseau thinks it'll help steady things after everything that's leaked.""That sounds like a good plan.""It is. Mostly." I turned the glass slowly in my hand. "He also said something else. About the guest list. About family. About figuring out what role Lysander plays in a night meant to show the whole world who we are."Lucien didn't flinch, exactly, but something careful settled over his expression."And what do you think.""I think I don't know how to answer that without finally having the conversation we've both been avoiding for months." I met his eyes, steady despite how much my pulse had picked up just saying it out loud. "I t
Nerissa's POVThe boardroom felt colder than usual, eleven people around the table who'd spent the last month reading about my life in the news instead of hearing about it from me directly."Shareholder confidence took a hit," the CFO said, sliding a report across the table. "Not catastrophic. But real. People don't love finding out their CEO's personal history reads like a thriller novel.""My personal history isn't the company's business.""It became the company's business the second it hit the front page, Ms. Vane. That's not a judgment. That's just how markets work." He said it gently, not unkindly, which somehow made it harder to argue with. "We need something that reminds people what Vane Holdings actually is. Stability. A hundred years of it, as of this quarter."I sat back, already seeing where this was heading."The Centennial.""The Centennial." He nodded. "It was already planned as a major event. Given everything, I'd argue it's become something closer to necessary. A publi







