Cael sat motionless in his office, elbows on the edge of his desk, fingers pressed together beneath his chin. Mary's words still echoed in his head like a chant he couldn't shake.
"She said she smelled a man's scent in their apartment last night."
Not his scent. And not one of his guards either.
Something wasn't right. Elisa was supposed to be safe here.
He exhaled sharply and rubbed his eyes.
A beep broke the silence. His phone lit up with a new message. It was from the private investigator.
> "I am sorry sir. Can't take calls right now. Will call you soon with updates. Things are moving."
Cael's jaw flexed. His fingers flew across the screen in response.
> "You better have something tangible for me. You are taking to long with this. I'm running out of patience."
He was about to set the phone down when it buzzed again. A call. His entire mood shifted when he saw Elisa's name on the screen.
