Elina’s POV

The air was thick and buzzing with whispers, and my sneakers sank into the lush grass as I clutched the golf club like a lifeline tethering me to reality.

Pearl Necklace, poised and statuesque, fixed Isaac with a gaze that could pierce through shadows, her eyes glinting faintly with a depth that’s hard to place.

Her voice, smooth as velvet yet edged with a cold, deliberate precision, sliced through the tense atmosphere. “You don’t truly expect us to ...