Braelyn's POV
Margaret led me out of the dining hall, her hand still wrapped gently around mine as if she was afraid I might suddenly disappear. We walked down the foyer to the main entrance of the Volkov estate.
The air outside felt cooler, carrying the faint scent of wet stone and grass. It seemed to have rained earlier today. The night had grown darker, but the enormous courtyard was brightly illuminated by rows of soft golden lights.
Two black Phantoms were waiting near the entrance, their polished bodies gleaming under the lamps. No wonder Elliot seemed familiar. I had seen him in the past although Volkov Apex had no business ties with the Voss family. Different countries and different sectors of expertise.
Elliot walked ahead of us with the same calm elegance Ronan carried. He stopped beside the cars and turned briefly toward Margaret. His gaze softened in a way I hadn't imagined a man of his calibre's eyes to.
