For a moment, something flickered in my chest, Ivan, the memory of his voice, his death. Erin. His half-sister. A thread of him still walking the earth.
It tugged at me, but not enough to shake me. Not enough to compete with the sound of Aria's laugh still echoing in my ears.
I exhaled slowly, dismissing the sharp pull of sentiment. "Here's what you'll do. Set a quiet watch on the investors, don't move yet. Let them make their next desperate play. I want them sloppy."
Niko nodded, already committing it to memory.
"And Erin…" My jaw flexed before I forced myself to finish. "Send her a message. Tell her I'll set up a meeting myself when I have time."
"Yes, Boss."
I pushed off the table, already halfway to the door. I had no patience left for politics or apologies. The only thing I wanted, the only thing that mattered, was behind that door I'd walked away from.
I wasn't going to waste another second.
