DOMINIC'S POV
“You should ask your wife what really happened to her brother.”
The line disconnected immediately after.
Silence settled heavily across the penthouse.
I slowly lowered the phone from my ear.
And looked at Elara.
She had gone pale.
Not confused.
Not angry.
Terrified.
My jaw tightened instantly.
“Elara.”
Her fingers tightened around the handle of her suitcase.
“I’m tired.”
That wasn’t an answer.
I took a slow step toward her.
“What did he mean?”
Her eyes dropped immediately.
Wrong move.
Because now I knew she was hiding something.
“Nothing,” she said quietly.
“Lucien doesn’t call me talking nonsense.”
“He’s trying to manipulate you.”
“He usually is.” I watched her carefully. “That doesn’t mean he’s lying.”
Pain flickered across her face instantly.
And
