Once the call was cut, Drake exhaled a furious growl and sent his boot crashing into the column, the echo shaking the silence of the hallway.
When Jamil fell from that damned building, Drake was out across the city. He had not even scented the danger until it was too late.
The pup Elena carried in her belly was still an unsolved matter, and now Lucian had gone and dragged more mistakes into the mess.
Drake sank onto the cold bench in the corridor, scrolling through the hot topics flashing across the web on his phone.
Elena must never know. Not about Leo. Not about the bond between Jamil’s death and his own shadow. If Lyra whispered the wrong word, if Jamil’s name was tied to his, Elena would tear free from him forever.
The thought made his gut twist. If Elena linked every death to hi
