The suite was quiet after Elena left, but the silence didn’t soothe Lucian. He stood near the window, one hand resting on the back of the leather chair, staring at the city spread beneath him. Lights bled across the skyline, a thousand little sparks trying to outshine the night. None of it touched him.
He reached for the phone on the desk and pressed a single button.
Within minutes, the door opened. One of his guards entered—a tall man in a black jacket, his head bowed in respect.
Lucian didn’t speak right away. He studied him, sharp and silent, the way a hunter sizes up his weapon before releasing it. Finally, his voice came, low and steady.
“Find out everything you can about Elena.”
The guard looked up briefly, surprised, but nodded without a word.
“I want her past, her family, her
