CHAPTER FIFTY ONE - Fractured Reflections Of Truth

Vanessa Mitchell's private quarters reflected her taste for luxury. Plush carpets, designer furnishings, and tasteful artwork created an atmosphere of sophisticated wealth. She hummed softly as she removed her earrings, pleased with the day's accomplishments. The meeting with Victor had gone better than expected. Soon, very soon, Aria Cross would be eliminated from the equation. Lucas would see who truly belonged at his side. Vanessa smiled at her reflection, admiring how the silver bracelet complemented her outfit. Victor's gift was both useful and stylish—perfect for her needs. The sudden shift in air currents was her only warning before the bedroom door opened. Gabriel stood in the doorway, his usually friendly face hard with anger. "Gabriel," she greeted smoothly. "This is unexpected. Did we have plans this evening?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate softness. "No plans. Just questions." Something in his tone made her wolf stir uneasily. "Q