Amara's POV :
I didn't sleep.
I lay in bed staring at my ceiling until the sun came up and light started creeping through my curtains. Then I got up and made coffee and sat on my couch with my phone in my hand.
The screen was dark and I could see my reflection in it. I looked exactly how I felt. Tired. Uncertain.
But I'd already made my decision.
I pulled up Roman's number and pressed call before I could change my mind.
He answered on the second ring.
"Amara."
"I'll do it," I said. "But we need rules."
He was quiet for a second. "Come to my penthouse. We'll make it official."
"When?"
"Now."
I looked at the clock on my wall. Eight in the morning. "It's early."
"I've been up since five." His voice was steady. "I'll send the car."
He hung up before I could respond.
I set my phone down and took a long breath.
This was really happening.
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The car arrived thirty minutes later. Same driver, same black sedan, same silent ride through the city.
