Anna's POV:

Leo stands at the door, hand on the frame, letting the silence stretch the way a man does when he's decided the last word is already his.

"Two weeks," he says. "Thirty thousand. Cash." He doesn't raise his voice—he doesn't need to. The level of it is the threat. "And you go to Vivian. Face to face. You tell her what you told the pack was a lie. You clean my name." He tilts his head. "Miss that window, and I stop being patient."

He ...