Chapter 6 - Elias Watches Maeve Closely During Their First Encounter
Maeve stepped across the threshold, the heavy oak doors closing silently behind her with a definitive thud.
The study was filled with the rich scents of aged leather, pipe tobacco, and burning cedar from the fireplace.
Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the grey lake was Elias Marchetti.
He sat rigidly in a sleek, customized black wheelchair, his dark hair cropped short and his jawline sharp as chiseled marble.
He wore a tailored charcoal suit jacket over a crisp white shirt, his powerful shoulders belying the prognosis of his legs.
On his right hand, the heavy black onyx ring caught the flickering light of the fireplace as he slowly turned it.
Maeve froze, feeling the sheer gravitational pull of his presence pressing down on her shoulders.
“You’re late, Sienna,” Elias said softly, his voice cutting through the quiet room like a razor blade.
“Traffic on the Outer Drive was impossible today, Elias,” Maeve replied, reciting the alibi Margaret had drilled into her.
Elias slowly turned his wheelchair around, his dark, piercing eyes locking onto hers with terrifying intensity.
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He didn't say a word for several agonizing seconds, studying her face as if searching for hidden cracks in glass.
“Come here,” he commanded, extending a hand toward her with a subtle twitch of his fingers.
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