The room filled with anger, with pointing fingers, with voices rising and overlapping. Some cursed Nico openly. Some pitied me. Others simply watched, drawn in by the spectacle like it was something they couldn't look away from.
But Nico?
He stood there, completely unfazed. Not a flicker of guilt. Not a hint of shame. He adjusted his cuff one last time and let his hand fall still.
"Are we done yet?" he asked casually, as if the entire scene was nothing more than an inconvenience.
The room fell silent.
Nico turned his gaze back to me, impatience written all over his face. "So, Seraphina? Are you signing or not? Hurry up. We don't have all day to wait for you."
"Fine," I hissed, the word slipping through clenched teeth. "I'll sign it."
When I finally looked down at the agreement, I couldn't help it. A small chuckle escaped me.
It was almost laughable.