Elena’s POVThe rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the city washed clean, as though the world itself had taken a breath and decided to begin again.I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Knight penthouse, wrapped in one of Alexander’s shirts, watching the first light stretch across the skyline. Ten years ago no, in my first life this view had meant nothing to me. I had been blind to power, to loyalty, to the quiet ways love shows up when it matters most.Now, everything looked different.Behind me, I felt him before I heard him. Alexander’s presence was a constant steady, grounding. Arms circled my waist, warm and familiar, his chin resting lightly against my temple.“You’re awake early,” he murmured.“I couldn’t sleep.” I leaned back into him, breathing him in. “Too much on my mind.”He didn’t ask what. He already knew.The past weeks had been relentless. Richard Hale was finally gone exposed, disgraced, stripped of every illusion he’d built his life on. The board
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