Elias had never understood the phrase 'living in a trap of his own making' until now.
He stood just outside the kitchen, fingers curled around the doorframe, watching Lisa move around Cassian's marble island with a grace that made the entire room feel… warmer. Lighter. Exactly what he wanted, exactly what he had planned, and yet something in his stomach had been twisting since the moment she stepped inside the mansion.
'You wanted this,' he reminded himself. This is good.
All it took was a call to Kenzie. It was abrupt really, surprising even Kenzie. He had demanded Kenzie reach out to Lisa to offer her a housekeeping job which she relayed the offer albeit grudgingly, and Lisa—sweet, destined-mate Lisa—had accepted the job. Everything should have been falling into place.
Cassian should be happy Lisa was here.
Elias should be relieved Cassian was distracted.
And yet…
He felt like he'd swallowed something sharp and it was still lodged somewhere between his ribs and his throat.
