Nora's POV
Romanov Estate.
The silence after Elena's words was so complete I could hear my own heartbeat hammering against broken ribs.
Every pair of eyes in the room turned to me.
Katarina's hand fluttered to her throat.
Maxim's gaze sharpened like a blade.
Andrei's easy smile vanished, replaced by slow-dawning horror.
Elena stood trembling in the center of the Persian rug, fists clenched so tight her knuckles were white.
"You lied to me,"she said, voice shaking with rage. "For days. Weeks. You looked me in the eye and told me it was nothing. Some rich asshole who helped with Elias. And the whole time you were—"
She gestured wildly at the mansion, at the bruises on my face, at the hoodie that swallowed me whole. "—f*****g Mikhail Romanov?"
"Elena
