(Damon)
I stood by the window of my study watching her like a creep.
Elara moved through the rose garden like she was indeed a rose. Like the thorns there would never dare to hurt her. Her hand stayed in the petals and they looked soft and peaceful like she was drawing peace from them.
The sight alone would have soothed me but it didn't.
Not after I found what was coming. The syndicate.
The message arrived early in the morning. Almost at the crack of dawn. It was quiet and coded…..a code only me could understand meaning only one thing, it was for my eyes alone. My network had intercepted message confirming what I had feared for weeks: the Syndicate had infiltrated further than I thought. They weren’t just circling. They were here. On my estate.
There was a mole.
The word burned in
