Until You Beg

While everyone was worried about Paul, Julian, sitting in his wheelchair, had his eyes fixed on Elara. When he noticed the frayed edges of her shirt, his gaze darkened for a moment.

His flawless face seemed sculpted from ice, exuding a cold, perfect, and untouchable aura.

"Marcus," Julian called out, his voice flat and emotionless, though a trace of confusion slipped through.

"Yes, Mr. Blackwood,"