Idara
I frowned slightly but took the phone anyway. “Hello?” I said into the receiver.
The line stayed quiet for so long that I started to wonder if this was some kind of prank.
Then a woman’s voice came through—smooth, confident, almost magnetic. “You must be Idara.”
I didn’t recognize the voice at all. “Yes, that’s me. And you are…?”
Another deliberate pause before she answered. “I’m Eleanor. I’m hoping you’ve at least heard my name by now.”
My eyes widened as recognition hit. Eleanor. Helio’s so-called fiancée. My grip tightened instinctively on the phone.
I swallowed hard. “Yes, I’ve heard of you. But I’m curious—why are you calling me?”
She let out a soft, knowing laugh. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re intelligent, Idara. Which means you already know
