Chapter 24 A War On Two Fronts

• The air inside the dimly lit study was thick with the scent of leather and aged whiskey. Clara sat stiffly in the high-backed chair across from Vincent Moreau, her fingers curled into the armrests.
• He smiled, slow and knowing, the kind of smile that slithered under your skin. “You look tired, Clara. This war with Ethan is taking its toll.”
• She met his gaze, unwavering. “Cut the pleasantries, Vincent. Why am I here?”