Chapter 129 The Final Deal

The rain beat down on the windows of the glass high-rise like a ticking clock, steady and unrelenting. Inside the penthouse office, the tension was palpable, thick as the scent of old paper and secrets. Gideon leaned forward, his forearms resting against Silas’s polished desk. His face was half-shadowed, the lighting carving harsh angles across his sharp jaw and haunted eyes. His presence felt more feral tonight, like he’d clawed his way out of something dark and hadn’t quite shaken it off.