"Gumay, Elena has taken the bait. Intercept her before she reaches Sia's door, and do not let her leave the corridor alive if she unscrews that vial."
Sean's cold command echoed through the earpiece, but inside the private dressing room of the east wing, Elena heard only the rhythmic, rapid pounding of her own heartbeat. Her fingers clutched the small glass vial so tightly that her knuckles turned stark white against the dark velvet table runner.
She stared into the full-length mirror, her reflection revealing pale cheeks, frantic eyes, and dark circles that expensive foundation could no longer hide. The realization hit her like a bucket of ice water: Sean was watching her every move, tracking her every step, and surrounding her with invisible eyes.
"He thinks he can keep me trapped
