‘Show me the agreement.’ I needed to see it for myself, find a way to assimilate what I’d been committed to.

My father slid the document across the desk. I read it, my fingers clenching as with each paragraph the noose tightened.

Twelve months of my life, starting from the exchange of vows, after which either party would be free to divorce.

Twelve months during which the Petras family who, by a quirk of karma—if you believe in that sort of thing—had fallen on even harder times than they’d condemned my family to would be free to capitalise fully on their new status of wealth and privilege by association.

My lips twisted. I intended to have my lawyers draft divorce papers before I went anywhere near a church.

I exhaled, knowing my subconscious had already accepted the situation.

‘Don’t overthink it, brother. You’re thirty-three next month. This will be over by your thirty-fourth birthday. If you bite the bullet,’ Neo offered helpfully.

Slowly, I dragged myself back under control. ‘I’ve worked too hard and too long to restore our family back to where it belongs to lose it to a greedy opportunist. If there’s no other way...tell Petras we have a deal.’

My father nodded, relieved, before he sent me another nervous glance. The kind that announced there was something more equally unsavoury to deliver.

‘What now?’ My patience was hanging by a thread.

‘Besides paying for the wedding, we also need to present the family with a...a dowry of sorts. Petras has asked for Kosima.’

I surged to my feet, uncaring that my chair tipped over. ‘Excuse me?’

My father’s face tightened. ‘No one has stepped foot on the island since your grandfather passed—’

‘That doesn’t mean I want to hand it over to the son of the man who caused his death!’

A flash of pain dimmed his eyes. ‘We don’t know that to be strictly true.’

‘Don’t we? Did you not see for yourself the pressure he was under? He only started drinking after the problems with Petras started. Is it any wonder his heart failed?’

‘Easy, brother,’ Neo urged. ‘Father is right. The house is rotting away and the land around it is nothing but a pile of weeds and stones.’

But I was beyond reason. Beyond furious at this last damning request.

‘Grandpapa loved that island. It belongs to us. I’m not going to hand it over to Petras. Isn’t it enough that he’s imposing this bilious arrangement on us?’

‘Is it enough for you to drag your heels on this last hurdle?’ My father parried.

Unable to remain still, I strode to the window of the building that housed the headquarters of Xenakis Aeronautics, the global airline empire I’d headed for almost a decade. For a full minute I watched traffic move back and forth on the busy Athens streets while I grappled with this last condition.

I sensed my brother and father approach. I didn’t acknowledge them as they positioned themselves on either side of me and waited.