The room fell silent again.
Mira remained kneeling, her back straight even though tension tightened her shoulders. She did not lower her head completely this time. Her posture showed restraint, but it was no longer obedience.
This was a negotiation.
Ethan tapped his fingers lightly against the desk. The soft sound echoed in the quiet room.
Once.
Twice..
His eyes never left her face.
A peaceful life… revenge… offering everything in exchange.
He let out a slow breath and leaned back slightly, as if weighing her words carefully.
"You really are honest to a frightening degree."
Mira did not reply. Her hands rested on her lap, but her fingers were slightly curled. Honesty was the only weapon she still possessed, and she had already placed it on the table.
