Eve

My fingers trembled a little as I stared at his message. Saturday by 9 p.m. The exact moment I was supposed to finalize everything that would save my inheritance. I typed quickly, pushing down the uneasiness in my chest.

Me: I have plans for that day and that time. How about we choose another day? Or I can even come tomorrow, if that works for you.

I pressed send and waited, just hoping he would listen to reason for once.

His reply came almost immediately.

Sage: It’s that day and that time; don’t miss it. If you do, I’ll bring you forcefully.

I blinked at the screen, my breath...