Novel & Cerita Elliot Nightray

Ryker asked, standing in the doorway and looking at Elliott like he was trespassing in his house. “Nope, nope. Just… checking on the niece. You know Cadon is back there chomping at the bit to have his turn up here.” Elliott got up and moved behind Jo’s chair so that Ryker could get back into the pilot’s seat. “Will he fall asleep on the job?” Ryker asked, giving Jo the side-eye. She had no defense, so she said nothing. “I don’t know. He slept a little earlier, so probably not,” Elliott said, either not putting it together that Jo had fallen asleep or pretending like he didn’t so that she could save face.

Whether that should have comforted me or frightened me, I could not yet tell. Elliott nodded once, then turned his head toward me. His face softened into a more manageable smile, though urgency still sat in his eyes. “I have to deal with something important,” he said. “Thraia will come fetch you. Wait here for a moment.” I nodded slowly. He turned and walked back through the glass doors with Den following close behind him. As the larger man moved, my eyes instinctively caught the back of his neck, and I froze. There, just below his hairline, was the same tattoo I had seen before.

~~~~~~~~~~ THE NURSERY — SAME NIGHT Emilio sat in bed, a single candle flickering on his nightstand. Aria entered, sat beside him. He looked up at her. “Will you choose him?” he asked. Her voice cracked. “Never.” He rested his head on her arm. “Then don’t let him become me.” ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — ELIAS’ ESTATE — FINAL SCENE Elias walked the rooftop garden. Alone. Watching the lightning. A courier approached. Whispered. Handed him a report. Elias opened it. Echo’s status: contained. He smiled.

Jeff chuckled, the sound smooth and unbothered as he leaned back slightly in his seat. “I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice,” he began. “I know how busy you must be, especially with the summit approaching.” Dreston’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Get to the point.” Jeff smiled. He expected nothing less. “I need your help,” he said. “With something… rare.” Dreston lifted a brow. “And that would be?” “NULLWRAITH.” The name dropped into the room like something precious. Well, it is. Jeff continued smoothly, watching Dreston’s reaction carefully. “The player was spotted in your estate last night. All I need from you is an introduction—to whoever that person is.”

Site inspections to be scheduled. Professional. Controlled. As we prepare to leave, Rayner’s phone buzzes. He glances at the screen. “Excuse me.” He steps out to take the call. And suddenly, I am alone. Alone with Nathan. He gives Elliot brief instructions to get the car ready. Elliot nods and exits. Then Nathan turns to me. His face hardens. “What do you think you’re doing, Amara?” “Working,” I reply evenly. He steps closer, gripping my wrist suddenly.

Liam lifted his head. Noah stood near the doorway, arms folded, eyes sharp with judgment he didn’t bother hiding. “You look like hell,” Noah said. “Something happen?” Liam didn’t answer immediately. He stared at the empty glass on the coffee table. “I saw her.” Noah didn’t need clarification. “Elara?” Liam nodded. “And?” Noah asked carefully. “I—” Liam swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of his own words. “She was working at Eclipse Noir. As a server. In a VIP room.”

Elliot paused, his eyes fixed on the space beside me, with the new claw marks, but it felt like he couldn’t see it because his expression remained the same. “We've secured five of the traffickers alive. They'll be held for your questioning.” “You took some alive?” I let out after what seemed like forever. “Several would argue you’re getting soft Elliot.” I was baiting him, and I waited to see if he was going to bite. He didn't. All he did was stand still. As usual. “There's another matter.” He said flatly. “The omega. Her name is Raziela.” He hesitated, then added, “And the child.”

“Alright, keep your secrets. But there’s a high-class party tonight at The Eclipse. The party is giving anonymous vibes, rich people, sugar daddies and mommies looking for arm candy. You should come. One good connection and you could clear some of that debt, man. Raymond’s not playing around.” My stomach twisted at Raymond’s name. Forty-seven grand breathing down my neck. I thought about Elliot’s cold dismissals mixed with the way he held me after breeding me senseless. Hope and reality crashed hard. “Maybe,” I muttered. “I’ll think about it.” But later that evening, with another debt text buzzing on my phone, I decided to fuck it. And attend. One night won’t kill me. Elliot’s POV

Elliot knocked on the door and went in. It was late at night and Etan was still working. In the ashtray at hand were a pile of cigarette butts. A strong smell of tobacco permeated the air. Elliot respectfully said, "Miss Mitchell may be in North Harbor now!" Etan didn't look up and he just responded indifferently, "Find her before dawn. If you can't find her, you won't need to see me again." North Harbor’s situation was very chaotic. Though it was the port in Cornview, now cargo ships were hardly loaded and started from here.

Her eyes followed the illustrations he made. “These are the men you’re gonna meet, over here is Dust, this is Dino, an underdog of a man(unknown) we don’t know who is working for yet, the man that wants you, I don’t think he wants you dead, else you would’ve been killed.” Eve listened as he explain, the name of Dust making her stomach churn. “I didn’t have a nightmare last night.” She thought out loud. “I didn’t see heard his laughter or feel his hands around my neck. How come? Why?” Wesley dropped his pen and watched her.