Chapter 70 The Stain

• Agnes
• The door to Elijah’s office swung open with a quiet creak, and I stepped inside, clutching my notepad to my chest. He was seated at his desk, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his crisp white button down rolled up to his elbows. He looked up as I entered, his sharp gaze softening just a fraction when it landed on me.
• “Agnes,” he said, leaning back slightly. “Perfect timing.”