LOGINLogan didn’t turn the television off even long after the press conference ended. He sat with the remote in his fist while the anchors started picking the statement apart, and he listened to every one of them say her name.Lucia Hale was the name I lived under.As if the six years they spent together had been something she wore, like a coat she’d taken off.“Turn it off, Logan.”Marielle stood in the doorway with Alex on her hip, both of them in rumpled pajamas as the sun began to go down the horizon. She had been standing there for a while, he realized, and he hadn’t heard her come in.“No,” he said plainly.“You’ve watched it four times.”“Five.” He kept his eyes on the screen, where the footage had cut back to the podium. “Look at her, Mari, and look at how she’s standing.”Marielle shook her head. “I don’t want to look at her.”“She said the marriage wasn’t valid.” The words came out lower than he meant them to. “She said it in front of the entire city, like it was a footnote.”“
The press room at Harrington Tower held more people than it had been built for. Cameras lined the back wall, reporters filled every chair, and the ones without seats stood in the aisles with their phones raised.Elara waited behind the side door with her notes in her hand. She had read them so many times the words had stopped meaning anything.“You don’t need those,” Tony murmured beside her.“I know.” She folded the pages anyway and slipped them into her pocket. “I just wanted something to hold.”Atlas stood a step behind her. He had said almost nothing since they left the penthouse, and even though she was grateful for it, it was a bit disturbing.When she glanced back, he met her eyes and gave a single nod, and she walked out.Flashes went off before she reached the podium. Tony stepped up to the microphone first and waited for the noise to settle as she stood next to him.“Good day, everyone, and thank you for coming.” He took a short pause. “Ms. Harrington will read a prepared
Atlas had the plane fueled and waiting before Elara finished packing. She tried not to find that annoying, since she had asked him to arrange it and he had simply done it. Curt carried her bag down to the car without a word, and the drive to the airfield passed in a blur of dark streets while she rehearsed her opening line under her breath.By the time the plane leveled out over the Pacific Northwest, she had her notes spread across the table and Tony and Tessa on speaker. Tessa ran the crisis communications firm Tony had hired that afternoon, and she had a calm, clipped voice that made every suggestion sound like a settled fact.“Let’s start with the first thirty seconds,” Tessa said. “I’d lead with the crash and what you lost. People respond to a loss before they respond to a claim.”“No.” Elara tapped her pen against the page. “If I open with what happened to me, it becomes a victim speech, and I’m not giving that speech.”“Oh…okay then.”“Amelia has already told the city I’m tr
“That’s not my story to tell, unfortunately.” “I only hope that when Elara is ready, she tells it honestly.”Atlas paused the broadcast and glanced at Elara. She hadn’t moved. He knew she had braced for an attack, and she could have fought an attack, but this was worse, as Amelia hadn’t accused her of anything. She had left the word honestly sitting there and let everyone else fill in the rest.Elara picked up her phone and started scrolling, reading through whatever comment she found.“Some are kind, like she’s been through hell, leave her alone.” She scrolled. “Some aren’t, like, why did she throw her aunt out of the family?”Elara scoffed.“Elara.”“Why did she marry Atlas Steele so quickly?” Elara’s mouth twitched. “Oh, so they know I am married and still go ahead to call me Elara Harrington as well?”Atlas blinked in surprise at her side comment, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a smile he tried to hold back.“Are you more upset over that?” He asked in a teasing t
She sat down again, hands steady now.Seeing her seated, Atlas lowered himself onto the couch a few feet away. He didn’t speak, as he had learned that much in the last few days.“I want a statement, and one that is neither gossip nor Logan’s leak.” She took a deep exhale. “My own account, on my terms.”“How much are you going to tell them?” Atlas asked.She didn’t know, as she hadn’t thought that far yet. Pressing her hands together in her lap, she let herself think for a few minutes.“I wouldn’t say anything about the poison publicly.” She started again. “Not yet, at least.”“Why?”“We can prove what was in my system, but we can’t prove who put it there, unfortunately.” Her voice hardened. “If I accuse anyone without proof, they’ll turn that into yet another story to hit me with. The woman who screamed poison and had nothing to back it up.”“Agreed,” Tony said through the speaker.Elara let out a slow breath as she knew that’s what it would really be and hated it.“But I would tell t
The car pulled up to the hotel in silence, and Elara stepped out with the folder held against her chest, while Atlas followed a half step behind. Neither of them spoke in the lobby or even in the private elevator, where the brass doors showed two people standing very carefully apart.Atlas’ reflection watched hers, and catching it, she looked away first. Deep down, she hated that she did, but couldn’t bring herself to do the same again.In the suite, Elara set the folder on the coffee table and turned.Atlas had stopped just inside the door. He opened his mouth like a man who had decided to say something.Her phone rang.Tony.She looked at Atlas a second longer than she needed to. Then she answered and put the call on speaker.“Tell me you have good news.”“I have news.” Tony’s voice was crisp, even from Seattle. “Hale’s lawyers have amended their claim, and that’s what they wanted to discuss with my office.”Atlas closed his mouth and sat down across from her.Elara almost laughed.







