[Elena's POV]
"Do you know that man?"
Noah's whisper was a blade against my neck.
His fingers tightened, not enough to bruise, but enough to remind me that my pulse was currently beating against his palm.
I stared at the "old man" in the combat boots. My brother. Adrian.
Panic clawed at my throat. If I said yes, Noah would investigate him. If I said no, Noah's paranoia would fill in the blanks.
CRASH!
The sound of shattering ceramic and metal exploded from the gallery entrance, echoing like a gunshot through the vaulted hall.
"OW! My ankle! Oh my god, I think it's broken!"
A shrill, familiar voice pierced the silence.
Noah's head snapped toward the noise instinctively. His grip on my neck loosened for a fraction of a second or a reflex.
I didn't think. I moved.
"Nicole!" I gasp
