Chapter 93

“Okay.”

Vance freezes.

He didn’t expect that.

I stand slowly, legs trembling but spine straight.

"Okay," I repeat, louder this time. "One year. My body for my son."

His pupils blow wider, black swallowing storm.

I step forward until my chest brushes his, until I have to tilt my head back to keep his gaze.

"But we do this my way too."

A dark brow arches. He’s listening.

I reach up, slowly and curl