Chapter 9 - The Name on the Marble
The words fell from her mouth like heavy stones dropping into a glass pond.
Julian did not gasp.
He did not express shock.
His face remained an unreadable mask of calm, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.
His left hand, resting on his own knee, slowly curled inward.
The knuckles turned the color of the white marble beneath them.
The fabric of his black trousers pulled taut over his thigh.
"What's his name?"
The question was stripped of all emotion.
It was a clerical inquiry.
The kind of question a man asks right before he signs a document of demolition.
Elara swallowed hard.
She closed her eyes, letting the final tear fall from her lashes.
May you like
"Derek Loss."
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