Elias’s POV
“Wait until she’s ready, then drive her home,” I instructed Kola the moment I stepped out of the restaurant.
“What about you?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about me,” I replied, brushing past him.
He stopped me with a firm grip on my shoulder, making me pause. That had been happening a lot lately, him pushing boundaries. I met his eyes.
“You can pick me up later,” I said, shrugging out of his hold. “I just need to make some calls.”
He looked skeptical but nodded reluctantly. I walked away, my steps heavy, and my heart heavier.
I was close, so damn close. The truth was slowly starting to unravel in front of me like fraying rope, one thread at a time. And I wasn’t wrong. I almost never was. But the frustrating part was that I had no proof, no concrete evidence to back my instinc
