He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. The touch was light, fleeting but it burned.
Lena's breath caught.
Elias's gaze flickered to her lips.
For a second, she thought he might—
But he didn't.
Instead, he pulled away, his voice rough. "Get some rest. We'll figure this out tomorrow."
Lena's heart pounded.
She wasn't sure what this was anymore.
But she knew one thing.
She was in too deep.
And there was no turning back
Lena's POV
The city stretched before her like an endless ocean of flickering lights, but for the first time in a long time, Lena felt trapped within it.
She sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, unable to shake the overwhelming weight pressing down on her chest.
Tonight had left her rattled.
Elias had been right. Langford's quiet departure wasn't a victory, it was a warning.
