ELARA'S POV
I barely slept.
Again.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Lucien’s voice from last night.
You should ask your wife what really happened to her brother.
Even now, hours later, the words still crawled beneath my skin like something poisonous.
I stared at the ceiling above the guest room bed while pale morning light slowly filled the room.
Everything about this place felt unfamiliar.
Too expensive.
Too quiet.
Too cold.
Dominic’s penthouse didn’t feel lived in.
It felt controlled.
Like him.
Forty minutes later, I finally forced myself downstairs.
And immediately regretted it.
Dominic was already sitting at the dining table.
Of course he was.
Dressed in a charcoal gray suit with a black tie loosened slightly around his neck, he looked unfairly good for someone c
