MasukElowen's POV
Kateryna's heels faded down the hallway of the Hartwell Club until the Wexler Room went completely quiet again.
Killian didn't move right away. He sat at the small round table, sleeves still rolled up, looking steadily at the empty doorway she'd just walked out of.
I stood at the edge of the table, my chest still tight. He hadn't brought me here to watch a negotiation. He'd brought me here to draw a l
Elowen's POVThe air inside the detention center smelled like damp concrete and burnt coffee, the same heavy weight settling into my chest the second the guard buzzed me through the gate.Leo was brought into the consultation room five minutes later. He looked hollowed out, dark circles under his eyes, his knuckles red and raw from the cheap soap they used in there. He dropped into the metal chair across from me, forearms resting on the cold table."You look like hell, El," he said, trying for a smirk that never quite made it to his mouth."I spoke to Killian," I said, skipping past anything softer.The smirk disappeared. His jaw went tight, shoulders hunching like he was bracing for a hit. "I told you not to go to him.""He knows, Leo."He blinked, going completely still. "Knows what?""Everything," I said, keeping my voice low enough that it wouldn't carry through the glass. "About you and Kateryna. That she told you she was leaving him. That the two of you moved money together so y
Elowen's POVFour days slid by in a blur of cold rain and suffocating quiet.At the office, we moved around each other like two ships steering clear of the same patch of fog. No arguments, no cutting remarks over shipping schedules. Killian treated me with the same polite, careful distance he gave outside auditors, and each passing day pushed Leo one step closer to the end of his one week of borrowed time.By Saturday morning, the silence had finally run out of road.The penthouse sat under the flat, gray light of an overcast weekend. Killian was at the kitchen island in a dark sweater, sleeves pushed up, a cup of coffee going cold beside his tablet. The apartment smelled faintly of rain and lemon polish, the quiet between us so heavy it felt like something with actual weight, pressing down on both of us at once.I filled a glass of water at the sink, my fingers tightening around it until my knuckles went pale."Wind died down over the harbor," he said after a while, glancing toward t
Elowen's POVI stayed behind my desk until twenty past five, clearing out transit files to keep my hands busy while my mind ran in circles.My phone buzzed against the blotter.I picked it up on the first ring. "Temitope.""Mrs. Blackwood," Temitope Benson’s voice came through, crisp and steady. "Good news on Leonard's schedule. The district attorney's office agreed to push his formal court date back by one full week. The docket was congested, and there was a minor clerical delay on their evidentiary filings. He won't be moved upstate right now."A breath rushed out of me, untying a knot in my chest. "A week. That buys us time.""It buys us seven days," Temitope said. "The charges are still grand larceny and conspiracy, but it gives us room to maneuver. I also managed to arrange another legal consultation pass for you. Intake room three downtown. You can go tomorrow morning, or you can go down tonight before eight.""Tonight," I said without pausing. "I'm heading out right now.""Keep
Elowen's POVThe penthouse was dark when I finally let myself in.Past the foyer, eighty floors of night pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass, the city below reduced to cold pins of light through the haze.Killian was already asleep, turned toward the terrace glass, his breathing slow and even. I didn't turn on a single lamp. I washed my face in the dark, feeling my way along the marble counter by memory, the cold water doing nothing to cool the heat under my skin. I slid under the duvet on my side of the bed, keeping inches of empty space between us like a physical barricade. I lay there a long time, staring at the ceiling until my eyes burned, replaying the exact second his face had changed in that customs hall—the brief, unguarded shock, the quiet flick of two fingers to cut off the bidding, then nothing at all.A hundred thousand dollars just to buy the silence in the room and walk away.When the alarm went off at six, the space beside me was already cold. The shower was dry
Elowen's POVDiego took the cloth from my hand and held the clock up to the late afternoon light, turning it slowly. The dull haze was gone, replaced by a deep, warm gleam that caught the dust floating in the air."Look at that," he said, running his thumb along the edge. "Better hands for this than half the students Aunt Evie sends me from the academy.""Flattery won't stop me from checking your numbers on that stone order," I said, though a small smile pulled at my mouth as I wiped my hands."Wouldn't dream of trying," he laughed, setting the clock carefully aside. He looked over the table, the framed drawings, the carved stone pieces, the two old paintings of the waterfront, all set out and ready to go. Then his eyes came back to me. "People at these things love hearing where something came from, but their eyes glaze over the second I start talking about weight limits and old mortar. It'd help if you came and talked about them with me."I paused, towel still in my hands. "Diego, I'
Elowen's POVI hadn't answered him.The question sat between us in that kitchen until the silence grew too heavy to hold, and instead of giving him an answer I couldn't afford, I'd stepped back from the counter, walked into the bedroom, and shut the door.Saying yes would have been a lie I no longer fully believed. Saying no meant stripping off the last piece of armor I had left and walking straight into a fight where Killian held every single card. And underneath all of it sat Leo's voice from that cold metal room downtown, raw and frantic. It would take a miracle for that man to even look my direction.Leo wasn't just afraid of prison. He was afraid of whatever price Killian would name to save him. Until I understood what had actually happened between the two of them three years ago, whatever quiet debt had been sitting there while Leo lay unconscious, handing my brother's fate over to Killian felt like stepping onto ice without knowing how deep the water underneath actually was.So







