Don's POV
She walked out on me.
Just like that.
No hesitation. No second glance. No fear.
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I leaned back slightly, my gaze fixed on the direction she had disappeared through, as if the walls themselves could still carry the echo of her defiance.
Stubborn.
Predictable.
Eliana had always been many things, but subtle was never one of them.
She thought walking away meant control.
Thought refusing to choose meant she had broken the game.
If only she understood, She had just stepped deeper into it.
My fingers tapped lightly against the armrest, slow, deliberate, matching the rhythm of my thoughts.
She wouldn't leave.
Not really.
Not when something still tied her here.
Not when he was still breathing.
A quiet exhale slipped past my lips, almost amused.
She would search.
Of course she would.
