MEGAN'S POV I don't know how I kept my face still.Arian's fingers tightened around mine under the table, just once, just briefly, and I held onto that like it was the only solid thing in the room, because everything else had started to feel like it was tilting sideways in slow motion.Lucas Valmoria's hand rested on that folder like he owned every person sitting at this table, and maybe in his head he did. He was patient about it, which was somehow worse than if he'd just opened it. He wanted us to sit with the not-knowing. He wanted to watch us sweat through the crystal and the heavy silver while he decided how much of whatever was inside to actually use.Chloe was still looking at me.I made myself look back. I refused to be the first one to drop my eyes."Perhaps," Arian's father said, voice careful, "we should let whatever is in that folder stay in the folder for now, Lucas. This is a family dinner, not a deposition."Lucas smiled. "Of course. I only want clarity. For everyone's
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