The boardroom emptied slowly, whispers trailing behind departing members like smoke. Luna remained in her chair, staring at the polished table where Victoria's final threat still seemed to echo. The Meridian Foundation. Another shadow from Richard Vaughn's past, another web of corruption waiting to ensnare them.

"Luna." Grayson's voice was gentle. "We should go."

She looked up to find him watching her with concern. Around them, Helena gathered the scattered documents while Grace leaned ...