Cyrus stopped at the edge of the driveway like it was some kind of sacred line he needed permission to cross.
Too bad he’d already crossed every line that ever mattered to me.
He just stared at my bedroom window as if he knew I was there and I would come to him.
And yes I immediately went outside with Jaxon.
He hadn’t changed.
Same crisp posture, same expensive haircut, same perfectly pressed suit. Same cold, unreadable expression. Even his tie looked smug.
“Elara,” he said smoothly, voice dipped in concern like honey over poison. “I’ve been trying to reach you.”
I stepped down one stair. “So you tracked me down instead?”
“I wanted to speak with you in private.”
I gave a small, bitter laugh. “You brought cameras?”
His jaw flexed. “No cameras. Just me. I didn’t even alert your fat
