That afternoon, Elena's apartment was quiet. Nathan and Tamara had just left, having spent hours making plans with Li Zheng. Elena had just closed the door when the doorbell rang again.

Ting tong.

Elena frowned, feeling strange. She stepped carefully to the door, peeking through the small hole.

And her eyes immediately froze.

Damian.

With his neat gray suit and his trademark flat face, the man stood at the door, as if his arrival was a matter of course.

Elena let out a long breath, trying ...