Mathilda’s POV

I’m weak.

Yes. I did it.

The shouting, the anger, the pain—everything blurred together when Fredric pressed his body against mine, and I lost all sense of reason.

I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to let this happen.

“The deal’s done, Mathilda,” he said afterward, his tone cold and detached. “There’s nothing you need to do now. This little drama will keep going until I’ve secured everything my grandmother promised me.”

Just like that, Fredric turned back into the same icy man I’d a