The rain fell in heavy sheets, hammering against the windows like a relentless drumbeat, a perfect mirror to the storm raging inside Elowen. She sat in the dim glow of the study, the weight of recent discoveries pressing down like an iron shroud. The folder with Marcus Grey’s name was open on the desk, photographs, intercepted messages, and surveillance reports scattered across the surface like fragments of a shattered truth.
Her hands trembled as she sifted through the evidence. Marcus was more than a shadow; he was the puppeteer pulling strings behind the scenes, the poison seeping into every corner of her life. And worse, the traitor within her own circle had ties to him—deep, dangerous ties that threatened to unravel everything she had fought to protect.
A knock at the door shattered
