Chapter 216

Sylvia's POV I locked myself in the executive washroom of Frostline Enterprises, gripping the edge of the marble sink as I tried to steady my breathing. The emergency board meeting would begin in fifteen minutes, and I needed every second to compose myself. "Get it together, Sylvia," I whispered to my reflection, noting the faint shadows under my eyes and the tight set of my jaw. Charna paced restlessly beneath my skin, agitated and confused by the events of the last twenty-four hours. Mate hurt us, she whined. Why would mate hurt us? I had no answer for her. The memory of Caesar's cold eyes as he announced the termination of our contracts still burned like acid. His words had been clinical, detached—as if the past months together had meant nothing. A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Sylvia?" Morgana's concerned voice came through. "The board members are arriving early. You okay in there?" I straightened my charcoal pencil skirt and adjusted my cream silk blouse. "I'