Elena didn’t blink.Couldn’t blink.Her body locked itself in a rigid freeze as the silhouette remained standing at the top of the staircase, the shadows swallowing his frame so completely she couldn’t make out his features. Just the outline—tall, confident, chillingly composed.“Mrs. Volkov.”Her heart hammered violently against her ribs. Her first instinct was to run—down the hallway, toward the backyard, toward anywhere that wasn’t here. Her second instinct was to scream for the guards. But she couldn’t make a sound. Her throat tightened painfully, trapping her breath.The figure took one slow step forward.Elena stumbled back instinctively.“Don’t come closer,” she whispered, but her voice came out thin, shaking, barely audible.The man stopped—not out of fear, she could tell, but out of calculation. As if testing how far he could push her.“Elena Volkov,” he said again, his tone calm, too calm. “You weren’t supposed to be alone.”Her fingers curled around her phone. With every ou
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