Elias’s pov :
The university gates loomed ahead as I navigated the SUV through the afternoon traffic, the campus sprawling like a labyrinth of brick buildings and manicured lawns under the fading January sun. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles whitening, as the earlier confrontation with Darius replayed in my mind.
That rogue bastard denying the hit-and-run, his scent lacking the acrid bite of lies, it didn't sit right. S-tier instincts rarely failed me, but if not him, then who? A mole in Kingsley Company? Harlan pulling strings from whatever hole Darius had him stashed in?
The bond with Naomi pulsed steadily, a reassuring hum that she was nearby, unharmed after the close call. But gods, the thought of that speeding car barreling toward her ignited a protective f
