“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I said, eyeing Elias as he entered the room. His jaw was tense, his eyes darker than I remembered, but there was a flicker of unease beneath his usually impenetrable expression. “I might as well have,” he muttered, running a hand through his thick hair. "We need to talk, Victoria." The last time he had said those words, my life had crumbled into ruins. Still, curiosity—and a gnawing desire for answers—compelled me to stay rooted in place. “Go on then,” I said, folding my arms. “Talk.” He hesitated, his gaze flickering to my stomach. A surge of protectiveness washed over me, and I instinctively placed a hand over the slight curve that marked the life growing inside me. “Selene,” he began, his voice low, “she’s been lying to both of us.” I blinked, the name slicing through the air like a blade. “Your sister?” I asked, incredulous. “What does she have to do with this?” Elias exhaled sharply. “Everything. She orchestrated the embezzleme
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