SILAS

By the time the meeting ended, I had stopped pretending I'd heard the last ten minutes of it.

I closed the folder in front of me and stood as everyone else began filing out of the conference room.

Maya was entirely to blame.

She'd stayed home that morning because she was exhausted after last night and what had happened again before I left for work.

Viktor had finally agreed yesterday that we could move back to my penthouse after months of keeping us at the mansion under the excuse of security. He was still obsessed with the grandchild he'd demanded from us, and as far as he was concerned,...