Elias Pov The paper with the address sat on my desk. I stared at it for an hour, the ink blurring as I contemplated the weight of that one scrap of paper. Part of me wanted to race out the door, speed to the location, and drag Mara back to the safety of my protection. I wanted to see her, to make sure she was truly okay, to hold her until the fear left her eyes. But then, I remembered Camille’s advice during our last conversation. She needed space. She needed to be the one to choose her own path back to me. I folded the paper, tucked it into my breast pocket, and kept it close, deciding then and there to wait for her.I leaned back, my thoughts circling the chaos Margaret had unleashed. Just as I was about to dive back into the mountain of reports, a sharp knock echoed against the wood."I told you, no one," I said, my voice rising in irritation. "I don’t want to see anyone."The door pushed open anyway. My secretary stood there, looking nervous, but he wasn't the one who stepped int
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