Amelia’s scream echoed through the hall, bouncing off the marble walls like a wounded animal’s cry.
“E-ELINA?! YOU—YOU’RE ALIVE?!”
Her entire body shook so violently she nearly collapsed.
Elina crossed her arms, unbothered. “Surprise,” she said coldly.
Murmurs rippled through the hall.
“She’s the runaway child?”
“Is this the same girl?”
“But she’s so different now…”
“What is going on?”
Theo stared—no, gaped—at Elina, his face turning pale, then red, then pale again. His lips parted, but no sound came out.
Damian finally straightened in his throne-like seat. “Now that Amelia recognizes her,” he said calmly, “things are clearer.”
Theo jerked his head toward Damian, breath shaking.
“Alpha Damian… what… what are you implying?”
Damian’s smile was soft, dangerous “Isn’t it obvious?”
