Elena's POV
"Do you know how dangerous this is?" Julian asked calmly—too calmly. "This isn't just obsession anymore. This is personal. Calculated."
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
He sat across from me. Silent. Unreadable.
His phone lit up with another call. He didn't flinch. Didn't check who it was.
"Elena," he said at last, locking eyes with me. "You're staying here. You're not going anywhere until I find out who's behind this."
I nodded.
Because this time, I was too scared to argue.
He stood, walked to the window, arms folded.
Anna came in quietly, holding tea. She didn't say anything. Just glanced at me, eyes asking all the questions she didn't dare speak.
I looked away.
My mind was spiraling. Who knew where I was? Who was watching? How far would they go?
And why now?
Julian was still by the window, jaw clenched.
He wasn't just protecting me.
He was preparing for war.
He wasn't just protecting me.
He was preparing for war.
