CHAPTER 431

Elijah’s POV

Her blonde hair was a tangled mess, half-hiding her face, and she kept her gaze lowered, refusing to meet my eyes.

She looked so familiar, and I felt like I knew her. But I couldn’t quite place her face.

“What’s your name?” I asked sharply.

She didn’t respond at first, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. The silence in the room stretched, tense and suffocating. I tried again. “Look at me.”

Still, she refused, her shoulders curling inward as if to shield herself. My eyes drifted down to the file the officer had handed me on the way in. Her name was there, in bold print, along with a rap sheet that made my blood run cold. She’d been in and out of prison since her teenage years, her crimes escalating over time. Fights, theft, assault. She was known for causing trouble wherever she went.

And there was more—her background. Born in France, she had connections to Les Ombres Écarlates—the Scarlet Shadows.

My heart skipped a beat. The gang had been involved in cou