LOGINELENA'S POV, “During what?” I asked, not caring that I cut him off from finishing, or that my voice was loud. I had spent years making sure others were happy with what I was doing, and I wasn't the reason for any of their troubles. Now I wanted to be better than that, for myself, instead of being
ELENA'S POV, The meeting had resumed, but the room had never fully recovered after the entrance of Elias Silverlake. Something had shifted inside the room, almost as if the temperature had changed. It was something quiet and irreversible, the way a fire changes a space even after it's been conta
GEORGINA'S POV, The safe house was on the outer edge of the city, tucked behind a row of buildings that had been abandoned. It was exactly the kind of place that didn't exist on any map anyone important looked at—unremarkable, forgettable, useful. I had three of them positioned across the kingdom
GEORGINA'S POV, I had known Anil for long enough to understand that his greatest flaw was also the thing that had once made me want him, he actually believed in things. Not strategically, not as performance, but genuinely, the way people believe in things when no one has yet taught them how expensi
ELIAS'S POV, I had been in enough rooms like this one to recognize the architecture of a trap before anyone bothered to spring it. Karlson was the provocateur, that much was obvious within the first few minutes of watching him work. He had the particular gift of people who had spent decades inside
ELIAS'S POV, I was seven years old the first time I saw her. My father had taken me to one of those gatherings. The noble families dressed it up as celebrations but were really just exercises in demonstrating power—who stood where, who spoke first, who had the finest clothes and the most polished
ELENA’S POV,A whole week passed since the funeral, yet the ache in my chest pulsed with every breath I took.I thought I would have my closure when I set things right and tell my goodbyes to Molly; however, not for once did I feel that. The grief remained buried somewhere deep inside my heart, inst
ELENA'S POV,Ryan left the room with his laptop, and it was hard to put Ollie back to sleep after what happened.She was worried about me and kept checking on me whenever I stopped reading. It was a new story, because I continued with the previous one. I kissed her on the forehead and assured her th
After a few tries, she blinked her eyes before yawning wearily. She turned to look at me and offered me a little smile that made my heart flutter. That's what I wanted from life: to have someone who could make me feel special like that.“Did I fall asleep?” She questioned, looking around. And where
ELENA'S POV, Ryan arranged for the funeral in just two days, and I didn't know how to thank him for it. It was around 10 am in the morning when I was standing in the middle of a cemetery, so quiet, I could hear my breath stuck in my chest. I was the one who wanted to give Molly a proper funeral,







