CHAPTER 90 — THE GROUND BENEATH THEM SHIFTS
Dawn arrived without warmth.
The sky above the Kane estate was a dull, heavy gray, clouds hanging low as if the world itself had decided to press closer, to listen. Elena stood by the window long before the sun fully rose, her arms wrapped around herself, her mind replaying the previous night in relentless fragments.
Gabriel's voice.
Gabriel's eyes.
The way he had walked into the mansion as though walls and power meant nothing to him.
Some people didn't need force to be dangerous.
They only needed timing.
Behind her, the room stirred. Adrian moved quietly, already dressed, his presence steady but unmistakably tense. He didn't speak at first. Neither did she. They had learned that silence, at moments like this, was not avoidance—it was preparation.
"He didn't lie," Adrian said finally.
Elena didn't turn. "No. Gabriel never does. He just chooses which truth to give."
