Chapter 138

• Third Person’s POV
• Elias’s chest still burned with anger, though the sting of rejection had faded into something sharper. He had poured effort and risk into uncovering the truth behind Celeste’s kidnapping, yet she had shown no gratitude, no flicker of acknowledgment. Not even a glance of appreciation. It stung, bitter and suffocating.
• Even Serena’s tiniest strand of hair mattered more to her than I do, Elias thought, the thought igniting a low growl in his chest. The fear that had clung to him during his own brushes with death dissipated, replaced by the wildfire of fury.