Eliara's POV
It was strange how grief and rage could live in the same breath. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers gripping the silk of my robe like it was my lifeline. Jasail stood across the room, backing me as if gathering courage to say what had once been buried too deep.
“Start,” I whispered. “From the very beginning.”
He inhaled, steady and quiet. “Your father was targeted.”
I blinked. “Targeted?”
Jasail finally turned around, face a mask of calm. “He wasn’t just a business casualty, El. He was framed....and then eliminated.”
The words felt like a blade to my chest.
“No,” I said instinctively. “That’s not....that’s not what the reports said.”
He stepped closer. “The reports were tailored. Alexander believed he was helping clean up the mess. Serena made sure he thought tha
