Novels by Senshara

Elara’s POV, The ride back is painfully quiet. After the whole Noemi disaster, after the screaming and crying and hugging and more crying, my emotions feel like they've been tossed into a blender and set on fire.I stare out the window as the city lights blur past, and for the first time since Camille died, I don't know what to think.Lucien lied. Of course, he lied. Lucien lies the same way I, the woman with five names and ten secrets, breathe, but he hadn't lied about Noemi.He killed Camille. That part hasn't changed. For months, I believed he killed Camille to control me, but now? The explanation suddenly feels incomplete, like there's a page missing from the story.And if there's one thing I know about Lucien Kórvac, it's that he never does anything halfway. He’s the typical wolf in sheep’s clothing. If he does you a kindness, be certain to believe it wasn’t from the goodness of his heart, and he has a plan all for his selfishness. I laugh to myself. Months ago, I hated him for

Elara's POV, The limo is silent and awkward. Noemi sits by one window, glaring out and I'm at the other. We're both bruised, exhausted and angry, oh, and too prideful to say another word to each other. My head still hurts. Finally, the limo pulls up besides Noemi's apartments and my body goes tense. She's leaving again, and I'm letting her.But that's what I do, isn't it? I let people leave, and tell myself it's easier, cleaner and safer that way. If I let go first, then nobody can rip themselves away from me.But as I watch her walk toward the apartment building, I feel something ugly twist inside my chest.Because Noemi has left before, and I let her. Camille has left, was taken, and I did nothing to stop it. The pirate boy left, and I couldn't fight back. Everybody leaves eventually, I know. Nothing in this world is certain, I always tell myself, at the end of the day, it's just me standing on my own feet. Nobody helps me because they're too busy trying to get up on their own t

Elara’s POV, I shove Noemi away so hard she stumbles backward. Silence immediately falls around us, and everyone stops chattering. Nikolai, Adrian and Lucien look at us like we’re a min. My hands are shaking as I raise them to point at her. Then at Lucien, then back at her again.My brain feels like it's short-circuiting."Aishhh!" I drag both hands through my hair, holding them and refusing to believe what I’m seeing. Noemi looks guilty, Lucien looks exhausted, and somehow that makes me even angrier.I point at Noemi again. Then at the men behind Lucien, then at her."You!" My finger swings toward Noemi, and my eyes narrow. I can feel smoke coming out of my ears. "You! You!"Lucien closes his eyes briefly, like a man wondering why God hates him. Like a man thinking: Why today? Of all days did this have to happen?Well, fuck him. "He killed Camille!" My voice echoes through the entrance and nobody said a word. Of course, they wouldn’t be surprised he killed a soul. Adrian whistle

Elara’s POV, Three days into the partnership, Lucien and Viktor still look like two men one inconvenience away from homicide.It’s honestly impressive.Lucien pretends Viktor does not exist most of the time, while Viktor deliberately steals food from Lucien’s kitchen just to irritate him. Dante keeps calling them divorced fathers. Adrian nearly got stabbed with a fork for laughing too hard at that.Meanwhile, I stay out of it.Mostly because I’m too busy pretending my life is normal.Which it absolutely is not.Because hidden inside my wardrobe, beneath my old sweaters and ammunition, is a file stolen from Matteo’s study that I still haven’t opened.Every time I think about it, my chest tightens. So naturally, I avoid it completely like a mature adult.Unfortunately, peace lasts exactly three days.I’m halfway through stealing fries off Dante’s plate in the parlour when I hear Nikolai speaking quietly into his phone.“…Yes. Lucien’s already heading there.” A pause. “Noemi’s team arri

Elara’s POV, The car ride is painfully quiet. Rain streaks across the windows while Lucien drives through the city with both hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. The silence between us feels swollen somehow, too full of things neither of us knows how to say aloud. I sit stiffly in the passenger seat, my tote bag pressed tightly against her stomach where the stolen file rests hidden beneath spare ammunition and painkillers. My leg throbs violently.Nikolai and Adrian had gone ahead separately after Lucien practically abandoned the mission for me. Neither of them complained openly, but I saw the looks they exchanged before leaving the tunnels.Lucien, meanwhile, has not stopped looking angry since carrying me into the car.He drives with one hand gripping the steering wheel too tightly while the other rests near the gearshift. His sleeves remain rolled up from earlier, revealing scratches across his forearms from the tunnels. Every bump in the road sends pain crawling up

Elara’s POV, I know halfway through the tunnels that Viktor is going to murder me when he finds out I had come alone.Honestly?Fair enough.But I was tired of sitting around and waiting for “the right moment.” I needed to move. I’d already wasted three months trying to take care of my leg; I couldn’t waste another second. So the minute Viktor showed me the blueprints of the hidden underground tunnels beneath the Virelli mansion, I wanted to move immediately. But of course, Viktor refused. He told me I needed to rest, and we could carry out the operation the next month. I reluctantly agreed. Rather, pretended to because this evening I stole the papers. My leg throbs with every movement as I crouch low beneath rusted pipes, flashlight clenched between my teeth, studying the old blueprint in my hand.The underground tunnels beneath the Virelli mansion smell like damp stone and mold.Well, maybe I should have brought the cane, and I definitely should have brought Viktor. He would’ve