“Will you keep one?” a crying street girl whispered to a billionaire. Trembling, he looked at the infants and recognized his stolen twins-and the incredible sacrifice of the homeless girl who saved them…

hers. Dark, bottomless, and utterly exhausted.

“Sit down,” I said, pointing to my table.

Bastian stepped between us, his face pale. “Mr. Julian Vance, please. The other clients… the liability…”

I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t have to. I just tilted my head slightly. “Did I solicit an audience, Bastian?”

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