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e's

like old roses an

s remained open behind me, letting in slants of sunlight that stained the polished ma

e was, E

e bun, gleamed under the light of the stained-glass windows. She looked deli

That wasn't a gamble

he'd already won. I knew that look. I'd seen it before in boardrooms, during negotiations, and eve

ither of them knew what love was. Lionel wanted Elara for power, for the influence that came with marryin

en her all of th

t glancing at Elara with concern, and once, she met his eyes.

u

she

awfully wedded husband, Elara's hands trembled. Her lips parted.

en she

led through

ls clattering on marble, breath catching in her throat. Lione

t move.

ply s

a cab Cassian had orchestrated, just like I suspected. Clever boy. Al

sc

of upstate New York, quiet and for

hurch as Lionel cursed, shoving

drama

use suite, staring out over the skyline. The lights

nocking. He knew better

"Checked in under a fake n

the cab, already watching her movements thr

hospital. Unde

narrowing. "Bring her

ed. "She'l

ection stared back at me, hard and cold. Years ago,

to Elara's life. I'd been

echoed in the deepest part of m

rls covered in blood, wandering the

er fo

I had h

i

ot Cassian's. N

i

k, the ice clinking sh

think sh

lieve she'

ow closely I've been watching.

n the past claws its way ba

sn't lose what

est? She be