Eliara's POV
The silence that settled over the Lancaster estate was thick, as if the walls themselves held their breath in anticipation of the storm brewing within. My mind raced with every interaction from the past few days, Jasail’s fragile admissions, Alexander’s desperate anger, and Dominic’s ominous control that seemed to tighten like an invisible noose around us all.
Naomi’s words echoed in my head, * You have to find the Jasail buried beneath the cold mask*. But how? The man i once loved now seemed like a stranger, locked behind layers of duty and fear.
That night, I found myself unable to sleep. I slipped quietly out of the guest room, careful not to disturb the house that felt more like a prison than a home. The mansion’s hallways stretched before me like dark veins, leading me
