That night, Elize was summoned again.
Not formally.
Not publicly.
Just a knock.
Controlled.
Precise.
Two seconds later, the door opened before she could respond.
Luca.
He didn’t step inside immediately.
He stood in the doorway first, as if confirming she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
His gaze settled on her.
Not lingering.
Assessing.
Then—
“Come with me,” he said.
No greeting.
No explanation.
Elize didn’t move immediately.
“Where?”
A pause.
“You’ll see.”
That wasn’t an answer.
It was direction without permission for refusal.
Still, she moved.
Because refusing would change nothing except the way he studied her response.
They walked through the estate in silence.
Not the public sections. Not the areas she had been allowed to see.
This was deeper.
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