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"You're worried about me?" His voice held amusement.

My face burned hotter. "I-I'm just worried about business," I said stubbornly. "After all, this affected you too. I-I hope I haven't dragged you down, otherwise how will my business survive!"

"Elena," his voice softened, taking on a tenderness I couldn't name, "you are worried about me."

"I'm not—"

"You are." He cut me off, the amusement in his voice more obvious. "You're worried about me, so you called."

I opened my mouth, not knowing how to argue.

"Don't worry." He lowered his voice. "I've already found out who's behind this. I'll have it solved soon."

My heart eased slightly. "Really?"

"Yeah." He paused. "Elena, don't worry about me. I'm very experienced handling these things."

"But—"

"You should worry about yourself." His voice turned serious. "Stay home during this time. Don't go out. When I've dealt with this, I'll come find you."

My heart raced.

"Also," his voice dropped lower, taking on a suggestive tone, "thank you for worrying about me."

My face felt like it would catch fire. "I-I'm not worried about you!"

He laughed—that low laugh coming from his chest, traveling through the phone to my ear, making my ears burn too.

My breathing scattered.

"I-I'm hanging up."

I hit the disconnect button.

The phone screen went dark. I leaned against the window, still clutching the phone, heart threatening to burst from my chest.

My face still burned, my ears too.

My wolf rolled over inside me, tail wagging wildly.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lucifer

I stood by the window when Marcus handed me the file.

"Your Majesty," he said. "We've got her."

I took it and flipped it open. Inside were stacks of printed screenshots—chat logs, wire transfers, signed statements.

My finger stopped on the name "Lina."

"You're sure it's her?"

"Positive." Marcus nodded. "Every account spreading those rumors traces back to the same IP address. The transfer records show Lina paid off each of those 'victims' a week before the story broke. And those medical reports? All forged. We found the doctor who signed them. He's already admitted he took the money."

I closed the file, my fingers gripping the edge.