Chapter 92 The Drakov Claim
Lynn's POV
The music doesn't stop. Everything else does.
25 conversations end at once. Fifty pairs of eyes swing to me. The Alpha energy in the room—which has been running at a controlled pressure all evening—pitches and reorganizes itself around Ivan's words.
I hold very still.
'Don't react,' Iris says sharply. 'Let him stand in what he just said. Let the room feel it.'
Ivan is standing in it with complete comfort. He looks at me like he's just made a very reasonable and quite generous offer, and is waiting for the appropriate response.
I take a measured breath and arrange my face into the expression I wear when opposing counsel says something so comprehensively wrong I need a moment to decide where to begin.
"That's a remarkable announcement," I say. "
