Aria’s POV
I stood in the hallway outside Elena’s room with the folded address burning against my palm, weighing the same decision I’d made once already tonight.
Don’t tell Romanov.
I’d promised him honesty the first morning of this marriage, and I’d kept that promise even when it cost me my brother’s trust. I wasn’t about to break it now, not when Elena’s own warning—you’re not going to like who survives the truth—made it clear that whatever waited at that address mattered too much to handle alone.
I found him still in the study, the photograph of Romeo and the mystery man still spread across his desk.
“Elena gave me something,” I said, setting the folded paper down in front of him. “An address. Where she hid the proof.”
Romanov’s eyes lifted to mine, sharp and assessing. “She told
