Seraphine stared at him with an expression so composed it almost felt amusing, as though she were daring him to crack first. "Who else do you think I should give it to," she asked evenly, her gaze steady and unblinking. "You?"
Ravyn felt bile rise sharply in his throat, the sour taste settling at the back of his tongue as he struggled to keep his composure.
He hated that she still had this effect on him, hated that a few carefully chosen words from her could make him feel cornered. Still, he forced himself to speak, his voice strained but firm as he laid out his condition.
"After you receive the money, I want every single trace of that video destroyed. I don't want copies, backups, or anything that can ever resurface."
Seraphine's lips curved upward slowly, her smile filled with disbelief and sharp amusement. "Oh," she said lightly, tilting her head, "that will cost you another five billion."
