Astrid’s POV The penthouse felt smaller after the office. Xavier had kept his hand on my waist the entire ride back, like he couldn’t bear even the short distance without touching me. Now he was in his office on a call, voice low and commanding through the closed door, while I sat on the wide couch pretending to read. My eyes kept drifting to the hallway that led to his private study. Zurich. The word had been burning in my head since I saw the folder. My mother — Rina Lyrien — was alive. Not dead. Not gone. Alive and hidden away like some asset Xavier had tucked in a safe deposit box. I turned a page in the book without seeing the words. Ava moved through the living room with her usual sharp efficiency, dusting surfaces that didn’t need dusting. She glanced at me once, eyebrow raised. “You look like someone who’s plotting world domination,” she said dryly. “Or at least a very stupid escape.” I gave her
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