Elliot bit his lip as he laid on his bed, the silence of the Silverhain mansion pressing in on him like a weight from the gym.
He was in Lily's room… a place that usually smelled of her expensive jasmine perfume and felt like a sanctuary but today, the air felt cold.
"I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about this," Elliot muttered, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. He'd been lying here for the past hour, unable to shake the gnawing anxiety in his gut.
Lily was supposed to be at a model interview.
She was the heiress of one of the Great Clans, but she had dreams that reached far beyond the suffocating politics of the awakened world.
She wanted to be a supermodel, a star on the runway and someone recognized for her own beauty rather than her family name.
Elliot had supported that dream with everything he had.
