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44. Team-Up
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His Beauty Her Beast 44. Team-Up
Rowan's POVYesterday, she had promised me she would come in today. Her words had been clear enough, and though I didn’t doubt them at the time, here I was—leaning back in my chair, eyes fixed on the clock as the daylight bled into evening—and she still wasn’t here.I don’t usually think about people this much. Hell, I’ve built a life out of not giving a damn unless it was business or blood. But Elena… she had me restless in a way that annoyed the hell out of me. I told myself I wasn’t worried. That it was just curiosity. But the truth was sharper than that—I was curious, yes, but beneath it, there was a pulse of something more, something I didn’t want to name.I texted her. Simple and direct. Nothing over the top. No reply.I called. Once. Twice. Three times. Nothing.My jaw tightened as I tossed the phone aside. Fine. Maybe she just needed space; maybe she was still recovering from what happened the other day. She had looked pale, fragile even, and I had already told myself not to p
His Beauty Her Beast 43.
Elena's POVIt had been two days since I’d been home, and the stillness had settled around me in a way that felt both comforting and suffocating. The walls of my room were familiar, the scent of lavender from the candle I’d left half-burnt clung faintly in the air, and the sheets were soft beneath me.For once, I wasn’t drowning in deadlines or chaos. My body finally had the chance to rest, and yet my mind refused to give me the same courtesy.Boring—that’s what it was. Boring and relaxing, in the same breath. Like being forced to sit in silence with your thoughts when you’d do anything to keep them occupied.Nate had been my saving grace, bouncing around with his silly antics, cracking jokes that didn’t always land but still made me smile, pestering me into eating when I had no appetite. He was sunshine in a house that often felt cold. If it weren’t for him, I might have lost myself completely in the spirals of my thoughts.And yesterday… Damon had shown up.He’d knocked with that fa
His Beauty Her Beast 42. Half Day
Rowan's POVThe door had barely clicked shut behind her, and yet her image clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Elena—her face drained of all colour, her hands unsteady, eyes distant as if she were somewhere far away. Something in that moment had unsettled me more than I cared to admit.That damn message.What could possibly have been written in a few lines that rattled her to the point of fleeing my office? She wasn’t a woman who broke easily. I’d seen her throw insults like knives, stand her ground even when she should’ve been terrified. But this—this had been different. Her body went rigid, her expression hollowed out, as if the words had dug into her skin and left her raw.I leaned back in my chair, the leather groaning beneath me, and dragged a hand down my face. My thoughts wouldn’t quiet. The sharp, clipped way she said nothing—like she wanted to shut the door on me before I could even press. She was hiding something. And I hated it.But more than that, I hated the way s
His Beauty Her Beast 41. Messages
Elena's POVThe words blurred, sharpened, and blurred again. My hands went clammy, and for a second, I thought the phone might slip right out of them.Locked up in a cell for a night? You must’ve felt so small, so alone. Don’t worry—I won’t let anyone humiliate you like that again. Next time, I’ll handle it before you even lift a hand.My pulse stuttered violently in my throat, too fast, too sharp, as though it wanted to claw its way out of me. I could almost hear it drumming in my ears.Who… who the hell…?No name. No number I recognised. Just those words, coiled around me like a serpent. Words that felt too precise, too close, too knowing. Someone had seen. Someone had watched. Someone had been close enough to know where I was, what I’d gone through, and how to phrase it in a way that made my insides twist with dread.I swallowed hard, but my mouth was dry, sticky.The message wasn’t a simple taunt. It wasn’t even the casual mockery of some drunk arsehole still angry he got punched.
His Beauty Her Beast 40.
Rowan's POVBy the time I reached my office, I was halfway between planning Damon Volkov’s slow, painful demise and questioning if hiring a hitman was considered “bad for business”.The glass doors hissed shut behind me with a soft click, and I strode across the lobby without acknowledging a single soul. My employees, sharp enough to read my storm-cloud expression, practically dove out of my way. One poor intern fumbled his coffee and nearly scalded himself trying to avoid crossing my path. Smart kid.My jaw was still tight, my hands balled into fists at my sides as I hit the private elevator button. Damon’s face—his hands—on Elena’s cheeks kept replaying in my head like a broken reel. That ridiculous concerned look of his. That “knight in shining armour” act he pulled.And Elena—God, Elena—actually smiled at him.The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside, jabbing the button for my floor harder than necessary. “Thank you, Damon,” her voice echoed in my head in that soft, warm to
His Beauty Her Beast 39. Bail
Elena's POVThe clattering of keys jolted me awake.For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. My head felt heavy, my neck stiff from the way I’d leaned against the cold cement wall. The air smelt of damp iron, stale sweat, and something bitter that clung to the back of my throat. I blinked slowly, trying to piece together reality as golden rays of sunlight filtered through the narrow vent high above the cell.Morning.God, we had actually spent the night in jail.I let out a low groan, dragging a hand over my face. My eyes darted sideways—Natalie was sprawled beside me on the thin bench, her mouth cracked, her hair a wild halo against her cheek. She was snoring softly, her face twitching every few seconds like she was arguing with someone in her dream. Of course she’d manage to sleep soundly in a cell. Typical Natalie.The jingling of the keys grew closer, echoing against the concrete walls. The sound scraped against my half-asleep brain. My brows furrowed just as the officer appea
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