CHAPTER 65 — THE LINES THAT CANNOT BE CROSSED
The storm drifting across the city didn't wait for nightfall. Dark clouds covered the sky in thick bruised layers, wrapping the world in a dimness that bled into the Kane mansion like a warning. The sound of distant thunder trembled faintly through the windows, steady and low—almost like footsteps approaching from afar.
Elena sat curled on the large velvet sofa in the private living room, her knees pulled to her chest, her fingers slightly trembling. The confrontation with Adrian's father replayed in her mind on a loop. His eyes. His words. Lydia's poisonous stare. The way Adrian put himself between her and everything trying to tear her apart.
She hadn't realized how heavily she had been holding her breath until he said the words that shattered the air:
Then cut me off.
She had thought her heart would burst out of her chest.
