Chapter 75

Elara had just felt the round scar on his left shoulder and was sure she’d imagined it. But now, even with his shirt on, she could still make out its faint outline through the fabric. The mark wasn't large, but it looked deep.

For a man like Sebastian—born with a silver spoon in his mouth—a scar like that was a stark anomaly.

"There was a terrorist attack at a global economic forum a few years bac