INICIAR SESIÓNSerena's POV"Are you all right?" Elliot gripped my elbow so hard that it ached."I'm fine," I said, through my teeth."You're not."I didn't respond."You're white as a sheet." His other hand came up and pressed against my forehead, and I felt the faint shake in his fingers. "What are you doing here? You were supposed to be resting. I told you to stay in bed.""I wasn't tired.""You lost consciousness yesterday.""I'm fine.""You snuck out of the house." His voice rose, and he caught himself with visible effort. "You walked past two guards and sat in a car and came here, knowing you'd been unwell, knowing the doctor said-""Elliot.""Don't Elliot me.""Brother," said Aunt Rose, faintly. "Perhaps a chair."A chair appeared. They lowered me into it, and Elliot knelt in front of me, which I'd never seen him do for anyone. His eyes searched my face.Behind him, Jenson stood with his arms rigid at his sides.He hadn't spoken. His lips were pressed together so tightly they'd gone pale. His
The silence in the room was broken by Mr Vance's frail voice.“Have a seat, Sandra.” He paused and added. “It's good you came. I'd have probably asked the butler to make something if you had informed us you were coming.”She smiled as she took her seat majestically, “don't kid with me Mr Vance. I didn't come here to eat.”“Right, so let's not waste our time. I will give you a villa on the coast.” He offered.“That's lovely.” She smiled and asked, “Does it have a view of the water?”Everyone in the room knew she was joking. And for the tenth time in his life, Jenson wondered how Elliot could love someone like her. Since he's known Sandra, he had never been able to read her. You could never tell if she was serious or just bluffing.“If that isn't to your taste, I'm willing to give you a controlling share in a subsidiary.”Sandra laughed. “What do you think I am, Mr Vance?”“How about three subsidiaries? That should be enough for a woman as big-mouthed as you.”Sandra scoffed. “You are
Elliot's POVNobody spoke.I let the silence stand. It had always been my most reliable weapon, and for once I had no wish to use it. I only wished it would hold a little longer."Well?" Father said. "Speak.""Sandra is back."It was strange. I'd spent part of last night rehearsing how to say it, and in the end it came out sounding almost mundane, like announcing a change in the weather.Aunt Rose gasped. Uncle Zeke's arms came unfolded. In the far corner of the table, Finn lifted both eyebrows with an air of private delight."I beg your pardon?" Father said."She arrived in New York yesterday. She's staying in the city." I kept my voice even. "She came to see me last night. She's asked me to announce her return to the board and the family.""Announce her return?""To her position.""Absolutely not!" Jenson was on his feet.He'd been silent until then, and now he'd come to life with a force that made the glasses rattle on the table. "She will not set foot in that building. Not while I
Sandra folded the page with two neat creases and slid it back into her clutch."Forty-eight hours," she said.Elliot didn't answer. He stood with his back against the door and the smell of whisky still hanging in the air."You'll gather the board and your family, and you'll tell them I've returned." She snapped the clasp shut. "Two days should be generous.""And admit I signed everything over to you?""Yes.""In front of my father?""In front of whoever you like." She shrugged, a small elegant movement. "I don't care what you admit, Elliot. I only care that it's done."She crossed the room and paused at the door. For a moment she looked at him, and something unreadable moved behind her eyes, there and gone."Goodnight," she said.Her heels clicked down the corridor, fading slowly.Elliot stood where he was.She didn't ask for money. Just the position.He couldn't make it fit. Sandra had always wanted something, a favour, a concession, a bargain. For two years he'd imagined this conver
Elliot's POV"No." I bluntly refused.Sandra only tilted her head, as if I'd said something charming."You haven't heard what I'm asking.""I don't need to." I stayed where I was. "You want your position back. The answer is no.”"You haven't even asked why I came.""I know why you came.""Do you?""You came because you're out of money and out of places to hide." I said. "You came because a man you trusted left you, or died, or stopped answering your calls, and you've run out of people to lie to. So you've come to me. Because I'm the only one stupid enough to listen."A shadow crossed her face, but she masked it fast."That's not kind." She scoffed. "You used to be kinder.""I used to be a lot of things."She smiled, "Yes. You did. You were the gentlest man I ever knew."I said nothing.But the words had already pulled something loose, and the memory came whether I wanted it or not.* * * I was twenty-six, and I'd never loved anyone.I'd grown up in a house where love was a thing you
Elliot's POV"Get out."Sandra didn't move.She sat on the edge of my bed with one leg crossed over the other, the red silk pooled in her lap. Her hair was longer than I remembered. Her perfume reached me across the room, the same one, and for one stupid second my body recognised it before my mind could stop it."That's not very welcoming," she said."I won't repeat myself.""Two years, and that's the first thing you say to me?""You're in my room.""I know." She smiled like she was pleased. "I'm so glad you noticed."My jaw tightened. I tried to stay calm but I was already getting worked up. I thought I'd buried it all with Sandra, but seeing her again…"How did you get in?""Does it matter?""Yes."Sandra rose and let the slit of her dress fall open as she stood. She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the room."You haven't changed a thing," she murmured.I said nothing.She crossed to the window seat and trailed her fingers along the cushion. "You used to read here. Every nig







