SILAS

He paused to pour himself a drink, his hand trembling slightly. I saw my opening. I didn't give him the chance to start the next wave of insults.

"I am tired, Viktor," I said, finally stepping between them and breaking his line of sight to Maya. "It has been a long day. I will handle the press later."

"You better fix this," Viktor said, setting the glass down with his eyes boring into mine. "Because if I see one more photo like this, she is gone, and the debt is back on the table."

"I will.”

Gone in my father's dictionary wasn't what Maya thought. I knew exactly what...