Elena didn't sleep that night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph.
Her father.
Adrian's father.
And the mysterious figure whose face had been deliberately scratched away.
But there was something else she couldn't stop thinking about.
Adrian.
The way he had looked at her when he said those three words.
I still do.
She hated that her heart had reacted.
After everything he had done, some part of her still wanted to believe him.
That was the most dangerous part.
Because Elena knew exactly what loving Adrian Blackwood felt like.
It felt like home.
And losing him had felt like losing herself.
She turned in bed and stared at the ceiling.
Her phone showed 2:47 a.m.
She finally got up.
Walking quietly through the mansion, she headed toward the kitchen.
She nee
