The rain was soaking through his shirt, but he wasn't feeling the cold. He stood there a moment longer, staring at the house. His jaw was tight, and his breath sent mist into the night. He’d spent a lifetime mastering control over his temper, emotions, and silence. Yet, in one night, Elena Nolan had managed to undo all three. When he finally stepped back inside, his shoes left wet prints along the marble corridor. The house had become too quiet, even for him. He took off his shirt, more to keep from punching a wall than for comfort, and grabbed his phone. Julia answered on the second ring. “She tried to leave,” he said without any preamble. A pregnant pause followed. Then Julia responded, her voice threaded with concern. “What happened?” He raked a hand through his wet hair. “She must have thought we were asleep,” he said. “Walked straight for the gates in the rain. And she looked like she would have climbed over if I wasn't there to stop her.” “What did you say to
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