Eliara's POV
The wound wasn't fatal, Jasail made sure of it. Alexander had been treated and detained at a secure psychiatric facility, pending psychological evaluation and legal proceedings. His lawyers were already mobilizing, spinning stories of trauma and temporary psychosis. But I knew the truth: Alexander hadn’t lost his mind, he’d surrendered to his obsession.
And that was far more dangerous.
Now, in the aftermath of chaos, the Lancaster estate was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that cloaked fear in silk.
I sat in the bath, my body submerged in scented water, but the heat couldn’t melt the chill inside me. The reflection of the candle flames danced on the marble walls, but it was the shadows that held my gaze.
I felt like I was being haunted by none other than, Alexander,
