Amira didn't move closer this time. If anything, she held her ground. Seb… I only want half," she said, quieter now, but firm. "I don't want to hurt her more than I already have."
Her fingers curled slightly, betraying the tension she was trying to hide. "If I take everything… she'll fight it. She'll contest it. And when she does…" her voice lowered, almost a whisper, "the truth will come out." She met his eyes. "Half makes sense." For a moment, Sebastian just looked at her.
Then he exhaled a short laugh, shaking his head like she had said something naive. "Do you want my help or not?" His tone shifted, less amused now, more cutting. "Because if you do… then listen."
He stepped closer, his presence tightening around her space. "I don't want half measures." Amira frowned. "This isn't about you—"
"It is," he cut in smoothly. A small smile pulled at his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.
