The hospital scene didn’t go unnoticed.

Dashiell was in a breakfast meeting when Finlo interrupted, whispering in his ear.

“Mrs. Liora is in the hospital. Preterm labor. She’s stable now, but—”

Dashiell stood immediately. “I need to—”

“Mr. Leander is with her. Has been all night.”

The words stopped Dashiell cold.

“I see.”

“Your agreement,” Finlo reminded gently. “One month of no contact.”

“She’s in the hospital—”

“And being cared for. By her husband. Like you agreed.” Finlo’s voice was firm. “You made a promise. Keep it.”

Dashiell sat back down mechanically. Finished the meeting on autopilot.

But his mind was in that hospital room. With Liora. With Atlas.

With...