Mabel’s heart stopped.
Elias Graves filled the doorway, broad shoulders blocking the afternoon light. His scar pulled his mouth into its familiar, frightening sneer.
Mrs. Higgins backed away.
“Mr. Graves,” she whispered.
Elias ignored her. His eyes settled on Mabel.
For one terrible moment, she expected disappointment.
Instead, he frowned.
“Can you breathe?”
Mabel blinked.
“Barely.”
