Elena's POV
"Elias Draven," I repeated, my voice barely steady. "You're certain that's the name he gave you?"
"Certain as I can be, after all these years." Harold's expression carried old, weary sympathy, though something in his careful posture suggested the name still frightened him even now, spoken aloud in the safety of his own quiet office. "Your father only said it once. Made me promise never to repeat it to anyone but you, if it ever came to that."
"Do you know anything else about him? Where he might be, what he actually does?"
"Nothing concrete. Your father seemed to think he operated mostly through intermediaries. People like Ashwood. People willing to take the risk of visibility so he never had to." Harold rubbed a hand over his tired eyes, decades of careful silence finally g
