“You left it,” Mara said softly. “After the fire.”
He frowned. “How do you even pick who falls first?”
She stared at the ledger, tracing a number with one fingertip. “Because someone killed my sister for paper,” she said simply. “Because I couldn’t forgive that. Because I think some debts deserve to be paid.”
She drained her glass and set it down as if finishing a conversation. “I’m here for three things,” she said. “The ledger, the man who took my sister’s name, and to settle the account with whoever set the fire. After that, I leave.”