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I exhaled slowly. “Uncertainty is allowed,” I said. “But only if the risk is understood.” A pause. Then. “Define risk.” Of course. Always deeper. Always more precise. I closed my eyes briefly. Thinking. Because if I defined this wrong. Everything would shift in a direction I couldn’t control. “Risk is the possibility of harm,” I said. “Harm to what?” it asked. My chest tightened. Good question. Because here. What could even be harmed? The space?

Instead, I kept myself busy by browsing through my phone and reading articles and postings about myself and my books. Reading and viewing news and social media articles about me has become an everyday habit for me since I became well-known. Reading nice feedback on my books always improves my spirits and brightens my day. Raine spoke again as I was still reading through my phone. "Are you fine with having Caesar with us?" She inquired, her gaze fixed on me. I returned her glance, a puzzled expression on my face, and questioned, "Why would I not be fine with that?" "Well, I just thought you might feel uncomfortable."

"I am afraid of losing you.” I felt my chest tighten. “You will not lose me,” I said. “I almost did.” “I am still here.” “That does not mean I will always be this lucky.” I stepped closer to him. “This is not about luck.” “It is about risk.” “I know.” “And I am not willing to take this risk.” “I am.” Ruin’s eyes darkened. “That is not your decision alone.” “It is my life.” “And my child.” The words hit harder this time, and I looked at him. “I am not trying to take that away from you.”

" I asked, surprised. Jace held up one finger, "Hold on. I'm not done." Then he kept going, "Fourth risk: whoever this person is, they clearly don't want to be found. You start poking around, asking questions, and they might decide you're a threat. And I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have some criminal deciding you need to be dealt with." With each point, I felt my conviction crumbling. The more I listened to him talk, each risk he laid out made the phone call seem less like a good idea and more like disaster waiting to happen.

I wish I were going to deal directly with you. 'Well, doctor, what are the risks involved in the whole thing?' 'Nunu.' 'Sir.' 'If I tell you there is no risk involved, then I am not being realistic. Nor would I be doing you a favour. But the risk does not go beyond one giving out the other side of the story through either carelessness or timidity. One who would do this job and succeed must know what to do, and do it very well. Otherwise, suspicion could develop along the line, bringing about a total collapse of what we intend to achieve. But if you will take up the matter, I see you as a very intelligent girl one can be at home with in serious matters like this.'

" Davien my Alpha, I must express my concern about the potential risks associated with this situation. One potential risk that we need to be cautious about is a situation that has the potential to result in significant losses or negative consequences for us. This risk is so significant that it could potentially jeopardize everything we have worked for. It is crucial for us to identify and address this risk promptly and effectively in order to safeguard our interests and ensure the safety of our pack." I gently but firmly placed my hand on his shoulder, offering a comforting touch. "Garret, I completely comprehend and acknowledge the concerns you have expressed. In life, there are moments whe

"I've thought about all of this, but we can't let Sérgio take all of our responsibility. Risk, by definition, involves exposure to danger. I can't miss this good opportunity simply because of the risk. Besides, it applies to both sides. I can take advantage of this chance to get closer to the Veronezzi family, to understand them.

Then came the heated debate over whether saying yes to Fitch was an absolutely terrible idea. Evelyn laid out every possible risk, presenting her case like a courtroom argument—each point sharper than the last. Everything she said had already crossed my mind: I was always at a disadvantage with Fitch. If he wanted to hurt me, it would take no effort at all. One cruel sentence from him, and my self-esteem would shatter instantly. I understood her worry completely. But Silvia stood on the other side.

the first man said, “raises questions.” There it was. I leaned forward slightly. “About me?” That caught them off guard. All eyes turned to me now. “I wasn’t aware,” I continued calmly, “that I required vetting to sit beside my husband.” A beat of silence. “You’re new to this world,” one of them said carefully. “And new variables introduce risk.” I smiled faintly. “So did Adrian once.” Adrian stiffened beside me. “Risk,” I added, “isn’t introduced by people. It’s introduced by fear of losing control.”

"Why? What could you possibly gain from that?" He shrugged. "Insurance. It's good to know who might interfere with our… arrangement." "Our arrangement?" I tossed the file onto the crate beside him, barely able to contain my anger. "This is blackmail, Alessandro. You're threatening my colleagues." "Only if necessary," he said, stepping closer, his voice low. "Think of it as a gentle reminder. Keep the Bureau out of my business, or there will be… consequences." I glared at him, trying to steady my voice. "You don't scare me."