"Elara."
His hand closed around my wrist. Not hard. Not like Kieran. Just firm. Holding me in place. I went still.
The interior light cast strange shadows across his face, turning his features sharp and unfamiliar. His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them—not the pale winter blue I was used to, but something deeper.
"Divorce him."
The words landed between us like stones dropped into still water.
I stared at him. My wrist was still caught in his grip. I could feel his pulse against my skin—steady, deliberate, nothing like the chaos churning in my own chest.
"Felix—"
"I mean it." His voice was low. Rough in a way I'd never heard before. "Whatever he's holding over you—your grandmother, your father's company, the contract—I can help. I have lawyers. I have resources. You don't have
