Scandal
ELIJAH’S POV
The door clicked shut behind her.
The sound was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it might as well have been thunder. It echoed down the marble hallway, rattling in my chest like a warning I didn’t know how to answer.
Laura had walked away before.
But this time felt different.
She hadn’t looked back.
Her voice still clung to the air, sharp and exhausted.
“You have hurt me so many times, Elijah. I wonder when you will stop.”
And she was right. God help me, she was right.
I stood rooted to the floor, staring at the empty space she’d left behind. Her absence was a living thing, gnawing into the silence. The scent of her perfume lingered faintly, a ghost of something once beautiful. That subtle mix of jasmine and vanilla used to make my heart race.
Now it m
