The Secret Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back
"Who paid it, Ravyn."
"Someone who owed me a favor," she said. "That's all I can tell you right now."
He looked at her, and she looked back at him with the steady, unflinching patience she'd perfected over the last weeks of carrying things she couldn't fully share, and he recognized, with a small internal sigh, that pressing wasn't going to produce a different answer tonight. They'd agreed to share everything that mattered for the race. This, apparently, sat in some other category — a debt being called in early, a piece of the UNKNOWN machinery turning quietly in the background, paying for things in a currency Dante didn't have visibility into and wasn't sure he wanted.