Pucking Forbidden Claim
The room is silent except for the faint clicking of keys.
Minutes pass. Rook shifts beside me, Harlow resting against his chest, but he doesn’t say anything. Just watches.
Nikolai’s fingers still. His eyes flick over the screen, scanning whatever he just pulled up. A low whistle escapes him before he leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest.
“Well,” he says, tilting the laptop so I can see the figure on the screen. “You’ve given her over $15 million.”
My breath leaves me in a slow exhale, my stomach twisting.