Naomi’s pov :
I slipped through the side entrance of the mansion like a shadow.
Darius's words echoed in my head. “One drop in his drink, and it's done. Save your father, Naomi. Or watch him hang."
The grand hallway was dimly lit, chandeliers casting long shadows on the marble floors. I held my breath, listening for any sign of Elias.
His scent lingered everywhere, smoky cedar, earthy spice but faint enough that he wasn't nearby.
Good. I couldn't face him now, not with this secret burning in my veins. I hurried up the sweeping staircase, my heart hammering like a drum. What if he caught me? What if he smelled the deceit on me? Alphas had keen senses; one whiff of my anxiety, and he'd pin me down, demanding answers with that mocking glare.
Reaching my room, I locked the
