Chapter 78

• ELLE
• The next morning, I tried not to make it obvious, but my eyes kept trailing after Raymond. Every move he made pulled at me like a thread I couldn’t stop tugging. I told myself I was only being cautious, watching for a slip, but the truth was harder—I was starving for answers, for anything that would quiet the gnawing in my chest.
• He moved through the penthouse like it was just another morning. The rich smell of coffee drifted from the machine as he poured it into a mug, steam rising against the glass windows. He scrolled casually through his tablet, the faint glow reflecting in his eyes. He even dared to smirk at me, like nothing in the world was wrong.