89: It’s over

Elaine’s POV

Watching Killian's every move had become second nature to me. His attempts to secure evidence and bring me under his custody were as relentless as they were transparent.

I was always one step behind him, shadowing his movements with a calculated precision. He was methodical, determined, and incredibly focused—but so was I.

Every time he went through documents, combed through reports, or held hushed meetings with his cabinet, I was there. I knew his patterns, his tells.

The way his brow furrowed when he was deep in thought, the slight clench of his jaw when he encountered a dead end—it all told me volumes about his state of mind. He was hunting me, obsessed with bringing me in, but I wouldn't let him win.

I had my own sources, my own ways of gathering information. I wasn't just passively waiting for him to make his move. I was actively dismantling his plans, piece by piece.

If he thought he could outmanoeuvre me, he was sorely mistaken. I should have known.