Cassian sat in his office, fingers steepled, staring at the report Theo had just handed him.
Five years ago.
Elara Voss had been at the Celeste Grand Hotel the same night he had.
The same night he remembered nothing about.
His jaw tightened. He had spent years perfecting control—over his life, his business, his choices. But this? This was a blind spot. A missing piece of his past.
And now, two children—one who looked exactly like him—had just walked into his life.
Cassian's grip on the paper tightened. "Where was she working before the Celeste Grand?"
Theo shook his head. "She wasn't working there. She was a guest. Booked under a different name." He slid a copy of an old reservation across the desk.
Cassian's pulse spiked.
E. Laurent.
Not Elara Voss—E. Laurent.
A pseudonym. She had been hiding from the start.
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "She knew who I was. But she never told me."
Theo hesitated. "What are you going to do?"
Cassian's eyes darkened. "Find out why."
And this time, she wouldn't be able to run.
Across the City
Elara checked the locks on her door for the third time that night.
She wasn't paranoid. She was being realistic.
Cassian had seen Oliver. He had looked at him too long, too hard. The truth was closing in.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: We need to talk.
Her breath caught. Cassian.
Another message came through.
Unknown Number: You have until tomorrow. No more running, Elara.
Her stomach twisted.
Tomorrow.
She had spent five years keeping this secret. Now, she had less than 24 hours before everything changed.