The lawsuit papers lay on my bed like a death sentence.
I stared at the number, the endless zeros meant to crush me.
My hands were cold. Anya Volkan wasn't just coming for me; she was using the human world's own weapons to dismantle me, brick by brick.
A soft knock came at the door. It was Leo. He slipped inside, his eyes going straight to the papers.
"Still staring at it won't make it disappear," he said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.
"What's the plan, Leo?" I asked, my own voice hollow. "How do I fight this? I can't out-lawyer her. I can't out-spend her."
"You don't," he said, leaning against the doorframe.
"You change the battlefield. You prove Marcus Volkan was not an innocent victim. You prove he was involved in the kidnapping of your son. You do that, and her entire case, her entire moral high ground, crumbles to dust."
"How?" The word was a plea. "We have nothing."
"We have one person who was there," Leo said, his gaze intense. "Finn, wasn't he arrested."
