Elena paused.
Her smile faded slightly as she considered this.
"No," she said finally, shaking her head. "I'm not going to give him a plaything. I killed Helena for him to be alone. Not to enjoy tormenting someone."
She turned to leave again.
And then Gareth spoke.
"And... he was saying how he should have not ignored you, Lady Elena."
Elena stopped.
Her entire body went still.
Slowly—agonizingly slowly—she turned back around.
Her smile was gone.
"What did you say?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Gareth's mind screamed at him to shut up. To run. To do anything but keep talking.
But Viktor's instructions were clear.
//"She has one weakness—her twisted possessive hypocrisy. She still thinks she did all of this to gain his attention."//
Gareth forced the words out.
"Sir Viktor was... crying," he said, his voice trembling. "Saying it would have been better if he'd just given his time to Lady Elena."
Silence.
Elena's assistant let out a mocking laugh.
