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Chapter Three hundred and Fifty
Morning crept into the penthouse slowly, brushing the walls with pale gold. Elara woke before Xander did, her eyes tracing the soft rise and fall of his chest. He slept like someone carrying a thousand invisible weights—quiet, controlled, but never fully at peace.She lay there for a moment, studying the man whose kiss still lingered on her lips from the previous night. A kiss neither of them planned… yet neither resisted.But reality had returned with the dawn.And reality was never gentle.Elara slipped out of bed and padded toward the balcony. The cold air slapped her awake, reminding her of everything she had been trying to ignore: the contract, the danger surrounding them, the shadows that never left Xander’s eyes.She wrapped her arms around herself.Even the morning breeze felt like it knew too much.She didn’t hear Xander approach until his jacket settled around her shoulders.“You’ll get cold,” he said, voice still rough with sleep.She didn’t turn. “I’m fine.”“You’re lying.
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-one
Elara didn’t realize she was shaking until Xander’s hands tightened gently on her shoulders. The news hit her like a physical blow—someone inside his company had accessed her restricted files. Files that should have been buried, sealed, forgotten.“Xander…” Her voice faltered. “Why would anyone want my information?”“That’s what I intend to find out,” he said, calm but deadly. “But whoever it is—they’re not afraid of crossing lines.”He released her and grabbed his phone, dialing Damon again. Elara watched him pace, muscles tense, voice clipped with commands she couldn’t fully hear. It was like seeing a dam crack—controlled, but on the verge of flooding.Minutes later, he hung up and faced her.“Get dressed,” he said softly. “You’re coming with me.”“To the company?”“To the security floor,” he clarified. “If someone is targeting you, I’m not leaving you unprotected for a second.”Elara nodded, though anxiety coiled in her stomach. She dressed quickly in a fitted blouse and dark jeans
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-two
The drive back to the penthouse was the longest of Elara’s life.Xander didn’t speak. Not once. His jaw was set, his grip on the steering wheel iron-tight, and every red light felt like a countdown she couldn’t hear but could feel vibrating in her bones.She had seen Xander angry.She had never seen him silent.By the time they pulled into the private garage, Elara could hardly breathe. The moment the elevator doors slid open into the penthouse, Xander finally spoke.“Sit.”The single word sent a tremor through her. It wasn’t commanding or harsh. It was controlled, the way someone speaks when they’re fighting a storm inside themselves.Elara sat on the edge of the couch, fingers twisting into each other.Xander remained standing, pacing slowly in front of her, running a hand through his hair in a gesture that was rare for him—almost vulnerable.“I shouldn’t have brought you back here,” he muttered. “It’s not safe.”Elara blinked. “Where would I go?”“That’s the problem,” he said. “The
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-three
For a heartbeat, the world felt impossibly still.Xander stood between Elara and the penthouse door—broad, unmoving, the quiet fury radiating from him like heat from a furnace.Elara’s pulse hammered so violently she could barely hear anything else.Kai.Here.At her door.She hadn’t seen him in two years. Hadn’t heard from him since she disappeared from the life she was trying so desperately to outrun. She had rehearsed a thousand times what she would say if they ever crossed paths again—but not like this.Not at her sanctuary.Not at Xander’s door.A soft exhale escaped her trembling lips.“Elara?” Kai’s voice came again, more urgent this time. “I know you’re in there. Please open up.”Xander’s jaw flexed.“Step away from the door,” he said, low and dangerous.Elara swallowed hard. “Xander, I—I need to know why he’s here.”“What you need,” he replied without turning, “is to stay behind me. Someone tailing you to my home is not an accident.”His fingers tightened around the metal bat
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-four
For a moment, Elara could hear nothing—not the hum of the penthouse, not Kai’s strained breathing, not even her own heartbeat. Just a numb, hollow ringing, like her mind had cracked open and emptied everything inside it.Her sister.In the city.No.No, that couldn’t be real.They would never send her. Not unless—Not unless they had decided Elara was worth hunting again.Xander felt her go weightless in his arms. His grip tightened instinctively, anchoring her back into herself.“Elara,” he murmured, low, grounding. “Stay with me.”The sound of his voice helped her focus, but her vision swam.Kai took a step forward—only to freeze as Xander lifted his head and shot him a look that could cut through steel.“Don’t,” Xander warned.Kai stopped, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. “I’m trying to help.”“You only help her when it’s convenient,” Xander growled.“Xander,” Elara whispered, her voice barely holding together. “Let him talk.”He exhaled sharply but didn’t release her. She w
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-five
The tapping came again—soft, patient, almost polite.Elara’s breath hitched. Xander’s arm slid instinctively in front of her, pushing her subtly behind him as his other hand locked around the weapon hidden beneath his shirt. Kai edged sideways, angling toward the hallway corner where he could see the entrance without being seen.Tap.Tap.Tap.A slow, rhythmic knocking.Her sister’s signature.A calling card Elara had prayed she’d never hear again.“Step back,” Xander whispered without looking at her.Elara didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her muscles were taut, locked in place by a dread so old it felt carved into her bones.Kai mouthed a silent curse. “She knows we’re inside.”Another tap.But this one…the sound was different.Sharper. Closer.“She’s touching the lock,” Elara whispered.Xander shifted his grip on the weapon. “Then she dies the moment she walks in.”Elara grabbed his wrist. “No. You don’t understand. If you kill her—”The lock clicked.Silence swallowed the room.The penth
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-six
The penthouse shivered under the tension, as if the very walls feared what was coming next. Silence stretched, taut, broken only by the soft rasp of Elara’s breath and the faint scrape of the handler’s boots on the marble floor.Saria stood frozen, her hands clenched, her ice-blue eyes darting between Xander, Kai, and the figure that had arrived to enforce obedience. For the first time, her composure cracked—not with fear, but with choice.“You’re hesitating,” the handler said, voice as cold and sharp as glass. “This is unacceptable.”Saria’s lips parted, a ghost of defiance passing through her. “Not… anymore.”Elara’s chest tightened. “Saria?”The handler’s head tilted, incredulous. “Explain yourself.”Saria didn’t answer. She stepped aside—not in retreat, but to stand with Elara, in the faintest act of rebellion. It was a small movement, almost imperceptible, yet the weight of it was colossal.Xander’s jaw went tight. “Finally,” he muttered under his breath.The handler’s eyes narro
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-seven
The penthouse had quieted, but the air was thick with tension that no words could dissipate. Elara’s chest heaved as she leaned against the window, the city below sprawling like a glittering labyrinth. Somewhere beyond the lights, danger waited—patient, unrelenting—but inside, a fragile calm had settled.Saria stood nearby, still alert, every muscle coiled, but her stance was different now. She was no longer the silent weapon of the Agency. She had chosen, if only for a moment, to align with them.Xander exhaled slowly, eyes scanning the room as if the walls themselves might spring to life with the handler’s return. “We can’t stay here,” he said, voice low but firm. “They’ll regroup. They’ll send more.”Kai ran a hand through his hair, pacing near the edge of the shattered living area. “The penthouse isn’t safe anymore. We’ve made a statement by surviving, but that only draws attention. They’ll send someone stronger. Someone they know will obey.”Elara’s gaze shifted to Saria, the wei
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-eight
Morning crept into the room quietly, soft light slipping through the blinds and pooling across Liam’s face. He didn’t wake with a start this time—no nightmares, no invisible hands tugging him back into the darkness. Instead, he opened his eyes slowly, like someone remembering how to breathe again.For a moment he simply lay there, listening to the distant sounds of the hostel waking up: water running through old pipes, doors clicking open, someone laughing too loudly in the hallway. Normal sounds. Ordinary life. The kind of life that, just weeks ago, felt impossibly far away.He stretched, winced lightly—his muscles still carried the memory of stress—but there was something different today. A lightness. A space inside him where panic once lived.His phone buzzed once. A message.He reached for it, expecting another update about the disciplinary panel or the appeal. But instead, his screen showed three simple words that warmed his chest immediately:“Good morning, love.”—from Amara.A
Chapter Three hundred and Fifty-nine
The campus felt different that afternoon—like someone had turned the volume of the world down just enough for Liam to hear himself think. After weeks of walking through the university grounds with his head lowered, shoulders tight, and eyes avoiding every gaze… today was the first time he walked with ease.Not boldly. Not arrogantly.Just… freely.Chike walked beside him, hands in his pockets, scanning the path ahead like a bodyguard, though his grin made it hard to take him seriously.“Guy, you know say you don turn celebrity,” Chike muttered. “Everybody dey look you.”Liam chuckled under his breath. “Let them look.”Some students whispered as they passed. Some offered nods—soft, apologetic, or awkward. A few looked away, embarrassed. News had spread fast. The leaked memo had already made its way into group chats, status updates, Telegram channels, hostel corridors. The same mouths that once carried rumors now carried the truth.For the first time, the air didn’t feel heavy.As they