Elias Pov

"I’m not eating," I said, ignoring the fact my stomach growled.

I didn't turn around to look at Camille. I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in my dressing room, pulling on a grey blazer. I hadn't slept more than three hours a night since Mara left. Her phone was still going straight to voicemail, and the investigators I had hired were coming up empty. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face at the funeral.

"You shouldn't starve yourself Elias." Camille said from the doorway. "You’re no use to anyone if you collapse from exhaustion."

I said nothing to her, djusting my cuffs,...