I read it twice, certain I must be misunderstanding something.
The settlement was generous—more than generous. Full compensation for all legal fees, damages for emotional distress and harassment, and a sum that made my head spin when I counted the zeros. There was a formal apology, to be published in three Louisiana newspapers. A binding agreement that Crescent Holdings would divest all interests in Magnolia Bend Parish and never attempt to acquire property here again. And a clause that made Richard Hartley personally responsible for any violation of the terms, with penalties that would bankrupt him several times over.
"This is..." I looked up at Delphine, my hands trembling around the paper, hardly daring to believe it. "This is real?"
"It's real." Her smile was sharp with triumph, her dark eyes glittering with fierce satisfaction. "And it's everything we asked for. Plus a little extra, I suspect, to make sure those financial records stay out of federal hands." She raised an eyebrow at Victoria, the gesture deliberate and pointed. "Isn't that right, Ms. Lynx?"
Victoria's jaw tightened, a muscle ticking beneath her carefully applied makeup, but she nodded once, curtly. "Crescent Holdings wishes to resolve this matter quickly and completely. We believe this settlement accomplishes that goal."
"I'll need to review the language with my client." Delphine was already pulling out a pen. "But assuming everything is in order..." She looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Ms. Devereaux? Do we have a deal?"
I looked at the document in my hands. At the numbers that would change my life. At the apology that acknowledged everything they'd done wrong. At the protection that meant I would never have to fear Crescent Holdings again.
Then I looked at my pack, at the three Alphas who had stood by me through everything, who had helped me fight when I'd been ready to give up, who had believed in me even when I hadn't believed in myself.
"We have a deal." My voice came out strong and clear, not a trace of trembling. "Where do I sign?"
The signing took another thirty minutes—initials here, signatures there, witnesses and notarizations and all the legal formalities that transformed words on paper into binding reality. When it was finally done, when the last document had been signed and countersigned and tucked away in Delphine's briefcase, Victoria stood without a word and swept out of the room, her lawyers trailing behind her like defeated soldiers.
Richard Hartley was the last to leave. He paused at the door, turning to look at me with something in his eyes that might have been grudging respect or might have been hatred or might have been both.
"You won." His voice was hoarse, stripped of all its earlier polish, his eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot. He looked ten years older than he had two days ago on my porch. "Enjoy it while it lasts, Ms. Devereaux. People like me—we don't forget."
"People like you?" I smiled at him, sweet as honey and twice as sticky, my spine straight as iron. "You mean cowards who threaten women on their own property and then run crying when they face the consequences?" I tilted my head, letting him see the steel beneath the sugar. "I think I'll take my chances."
He left without another word, and the door swung shut behind him with a satisfying click.
Silence held the room for one long, breathless moment.
Then Remy let out a whoop that probably echoed through the entire courthouse, his whole face alight with joy as he swept me up in his arms and spun me around until I was dizzy with laughter. "We did it! Mon Dieu, cher, we actually did it!"
Harper was there when Remy finally set me down, his dark eyes shining with pride as he pulled me into a hug that lifted my feet off the ground, crushing me against his broad chest. "I'm so proud of you," he murmured against my hair, his voice rough with emotion, his arms trembling slightly with the force of his relief. "So damn proud."
Silas didn't say anything, but when Harper released me, he was there, cupping my face in his scarred hands and pressing his forehead to mine in a gesture that meant more than words ever could. His pale eyes were soft, unguarded in a way he only ever allowed with us. I could feel the slight tremor in his fingers, the emotion he held so carefully contained finally breaking through.
"Thank you." I pulled back just enough to look around at all of them, my eyes stinging with tears I refused to let fall, my voice thick with everything I couldn't quite put into words. "All of you. I couldn't have done this without you."
"Yes, you could have." Delphine's voice cut through the moment, warm with genuine admiration. "You're stronger than you know, Ms. Devereaux. I've seen a lot of clients in my time, and most of them would have crumbled under the pressure Crescent Holdings put on you. You didn't just survive—youfought back. And you won." She extended her hand, and when I shook it, her grip was firm with respect. "It's been an honor representing you."
"The honor was mine." I meant it. "And please—call me Artemis."
"Artemis." She smiled, and for a moment she looked less like a fearsome lawyer and more like a young woman who genuinely loved her job. "You know where to find me if you ever need anything. And—" She paused, glancing at Remy. "Please do give my regards to your father. His assistance was invaluable."
Remy nodded, something soft and complicated flickering across his handsome features. "I will. And Delphine?" He extended his hand, and when she took it, he covered their clasped hands with his other one, the gesture warm and genuine. "Thank you. For everything."
"Just doing my job." But she was smiling as she gathered her things, a real smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes, and there was a warmth in her gaze that suggested this had been more than just another case to her.
We walked out of the courthouse together, the four of us, into a morning that had somehow become afternoon without my noticing. The Louisiana sun was high and bright, turning everything golden, and the air smelled like honeysuckle and possibility.
"So." Remy's arm slipped around my waist as we stepped off the curb, pulling me close against his side. His amber eyes sparkled with possibilities, with futures yet unwritten. "What now, cher?"
I thought about the settlement money sitting in my account. About the land that was finally, truly, irrevocably mine. About the future stretching out before us, wide open and full of promise.
"Now," I said slowly, leaning into him, "I think we go home. And then—" I looked at him, at the hope and nervousness lurking beneath his easy grin. "Then we figure out when we're going to meet your family. For real this time. No more putting it off."
His smile could have powered the entire parish, bright and hopeful and so full of joy it made my chest ache. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I reached up to touch his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. "They helped save my home, Remy. Your father pulled strings and called in favors for a woman he's never even met." I shook my head slowly, marveling at it. "The least I can do is let them feed me and interrogate me about my intentions toward their son." I paused, a teasing note creeping into my voice. "Though I'm not promising to be on my best behavior. Fair warning."
