Page 29 of Her Wolf

Forgive Me

“Ican’t do this anymore,” Cora said, pushing away the stack of papers.

“What, read or sign?” Lars asked, pushing the pages back to her.

Finn allowed himself a small smile. Lars had been egging her on for close to an hour now.

“I have a headache,” she whined, pushing it away again.

“Those assets aren’t going to unfreeze themselves, young lady.” Lars pushed the pages back.

“I don’t think they’re frozen—” Finn began, but Lars cut him off with an irritated wave.

“Look, La Sombra,” Lars said. “I get it. You’re overwhelmed, and simply feel incapable of fulfilling your filthy rich duties.”

She’d collapsed onto her arms, but tipped her head up to scowl at him. “Do you have a problem or something?”

“Who, me?” Lars touched his chest. “Never. No. I love rich people. Think of me as your personal gold digger.” Lars shoved the pen between her fingers.

“Lars,” Finn said quietly.

Lars rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “Fine.” He threw his hands up as he left the library, but at least the door didn’t slam behind him.

There was too much of that going around these days.

“Take a break,” Finn said, trailing his fingers along her arm.

“At least someone’s on my side,” Cora mumbled as she got up. Bailey came around the table, collecting up the papers as Finn guided her to the door.

“Seriously, though, what’s his problem?” Cora asked.

When she looked in his direction, Finn shook his head. “He has issues with rich people.”

“Why?”

“He had wealthy parents.”

“I don’t see how—”

“They neglected him. He developed a drinking problem. Then they kept throwing money at it, hoping it would go away.”

“And it didn’t?” Cora asked, staring up at him with big eyes.

“No, it did. He was just doing it to get to them. Problem is, they were too rich to pay attention.”

“Wow,” she murmured, leading the way out of the library. Finn followed her, scanning the gardens as they made their way toward the stairs heading to the villa’s second floor. Opposite them, one of the staff was busy trimming an unruly rose bush, but that was the only movement around.

So, Javier had been broke. Was he still? Finn had a few questions he’d like to ask that lawyer, if the guy would speak to him. Cora’d made it pretty damn clear the three of them could be trusted, but lawyers had a way of twisting things.

Fuck it, he was sounding like Lars.

Cora led them into her bedroom, but instead of going to slump on the bed like he’d expected, she went into the en-suite and began running a bath.

He came up behind her, rubbing his hands over the top of her arms. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she murmured. She turned to him, giving him a warm—if faded—smile, and laid her hands on his chest. “Do me a favor, would you?”

“Anything,” he said, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles.

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