[Elena's POV]

"Do you know that man?"

Noah's whisper was a blade against my neck.

His fingers tightened, not enough to bruise, but enough to remind me that my pulse was currently beating against his palm.

I stared at the "old man" in the combat boots. My brother. Adrian.

Panic clawed at my throat. If I said yes, Noah would investigate him. If I said no, Noah's paranoia would fill in the blanks.

CRASH!

The sound of shattering ceramic and metal exploded from the gallery entrance, echoing like a gunshot through the vaulted hall.

"OW! My ankle! Oh my god, I think it's broken!"

A shrill, familiar voice pierced the...