ELARA'S POV
Something was wrong.
I felt it long before anything actually happened.
Maybe it was the way people kept staring tonight.
Or the way Valeria’s warning still echoed inside my head.
Especially Lucien.
God.
Even hearing his name felt dangerous.
The ballroom suddenly seemed too crowded.
Too loud.
Too suffocating.
I took a small sip of champagne just to give myself something to do with my shaking hands.
Dominic noticed anyway.
Of course he did.
“You’re pale.”
“I’m fine.”
“You keep saying that.”
I forced a weak smile.
“And you keep not believing me.”
“Because I know you.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Because once upon a time…
He really did know me.
Better than anyone.
Dominic studied me carefully for another second before his phone vibrated insi
