Chapter 6
Freya’s POV

She went pale.

“One hundred million it is,” she snapped. “You better not back out.”

The moment Lady Eleanor left, slamming the door behind her, I stood alone in the cold silence of Caelum’s estate.

My wolf stirred beneath my skin—not in grief this time, but in stillness. In clarity.

I hadn’t just signed a contract.

I had signed the death warrant for every illusion I once clung to.