The restaurant's soft lighting cast a warm glow over the table as I stared at Tristan Sinclair in disbelief. Had I heard him correctly?
"One million dollars?" My voice came out as a whisper, barely audible over the gentle classical music playing in the background.
Tristan nodded, his blue eyes steady on mine. "Your crystal healing technology is revolutionary, Aurelia. The applications for it go far beyond what you've demonstrated today."
I gripped my wine glass tightly, afraid I might be dreaming. "That's... that's more than generous."
"It's business," he replied with a small smile. "A wise investment. My pack's medical research division has been searching for something like this for years."
