Chapter Twenty-Two Lines Blurring Adrians POV
Chapter Twenty-Two: Lines Blurring
Adrian’s Perspective
Adrian waited until the house was quiet before calling.
Camille was asleep—or pretending to be. He didn’t check. He just needed answers he wasn’t getting anywhere else.
Elara picked up on the second ring.
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“What is it?” she asked immediately.
No greeting. No warmth.
Adrian lowered his voice.
“Something’s wrong,” he said. “And I need to know if I’m imagining it.”
A pause.
Then Elara replied carefully,
“You’re not imagining it.”
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That wasn’t comforting.
That made it worse.
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Adrian turned away from the window, pacing slowly.
“I feel like they know,” he said.
Elara didn’t respond immediately.
That silence was enough of an answer to make his stomach tighten.
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“Who?” she asked finally, though her tone already suggested she knew.
“Mikhail,” Adrian said. “And Camille.”
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Another pause.
Longer this time.
Then Elara exhaled sharply.
“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” she admitted.
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Adrian stopped pacing.
“You think they know?”
“I think they’re reacting like they know,” she said.
That distinction hit harder than he expected.
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He rubbed a hand over his face.
“That’s not possible,” he said, but it sounded weaker than he intended.
Elara let out a short, humorless laugh.
“Isn’t it?” she asked.
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Silence stretched between them.
Heavy. Uncomfortable.
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Adrian lowered himself onto the edge of the bed.
“If they know,” he said slowly, “then why haven’t they said anything?”
Elara hesitated.
“That’s the part I don’t like,” she admitted.
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A beat.
Then Adrian’s voice tightened.
“You think they’re… playing with us?”
Elara didn’t answer immediately.
And that silence was the most dangerous answer of all.
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“I think they’re watching,” she said finally.
“And waiting for what?” Adrian asked.
Elara’s voice dropped slightly.
“For us to make a mistake.”
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That made the room feel colder.
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Adrian stood up again, restless.
“Mikhail is behind this,” he said again, more certain now.
Elara cut in immediately.
“And Camille is letting it happen,” she replied.
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That split lingered in the air.
Neither of them corrected the other this time.
Because neither of them were sure enough to argue it properly anymore.
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Adrian spoke quieter now.
“If they really do know…”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
He didn’t need to.
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Elara understood anyway.
Then we’re already trapped in it.
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“I don’t trust either of them,” Adrian said finally.
“Good,” Elara replied.
A pause.
Then she added softly, almost reluctantly—
“Because I don’t think they’re on separate sides anymore.”
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The call ended after that.
No resolution.
No clarity.
Just the growing certainty that something had already shifted—quietly, deliberately—without either of them being told.
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And for the first time, Adrian didn’t feel like he was trying to understand a situation.
He felt like he was already inside it.