Ch 27: The Glass Coffin
Elena sat in her usual chair in his office.
She watched the afternoon light paint a pale gold across Kazimir's shoulders as he worked. She did this sometimes now—watching him when he wasn't looking. The way his brow furrowed in concentration. The way his fingers moved across documents with precision. The way he would glance up occasionally, as if checking she was still there, before returning to his work.
A knock came. Elena's body tensed—old reflex—but she caught herself and forced her shoulders down.
The young maid from before entered. The same one who had brought trays over the past week. But today her face was flushed, her eyes darting away from Elena's. She set the tray on the small table—tea, bread, a pot of jam—and retreated quickly, almost scurrying.
Elena's eyes narrowed. She glanced at the tray. The bread looked normal. The tea smelled normal. Then she saw it—a small, folded note tucked precisely beneath the water jug.
Her heart rate picked up, but she didn't freeze. She breathed. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she reached for the note and opened it.
The east sitting room. One hour. Come alone.
The handwriting was elegant, sharp.
Valentina. It had to be. No one else in this house would summon her like this.
Elena sat still, turning the note over in her mind. She could hide it. Pretend it never came. It was what she would have done before. She had done that for months.
But it had almost destroyed her.
The part of her that had grown in the past week—the part that had reached for Kazimir—that part did not feel alone anymore. She turned.
Kazimir was already looking at her. His pen had stopped. His grey eyes swept over her face, reading the tension in her shoulders.
"What happened?"
Elena rose, crossed to his desk, and placed the note before him.
He read it. His expression didn't change, but his jaw tightened slightly.
She watched him, waiting.
Kazimir looked up. "Can you handle this?"
Elena thought of the gallery. Of Valentina's words. Of the terror that had nearly drowned her. She thought of the warmth of his hand, the way he had pulled her back. She nodded.
Something flickered in his eyes—approval, perhaps. He stood.
"Good. But we'll go together."
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The east sitting room was a forgotten space tucked behind the main drawing room. Dusty velvet curtains, furniture draped in white sheets, a fireplace that hadn't been lit in years. The air was cold and still, smelling of old wool.
Kazimir pushed the door open and stepped through first. Elena followed, close enough to feel his warmth in the chill. The familiar cedar scent anchored her.
Pale afternoon light filtered through grimy windows, casting the room in a dim, watery glow. Dust motes floated in the air.
And in the center of the room, beside a sheet-draped settee, stood Valentina. A thin silk blouse, tailored trousers, dark hair in perfect waves. She looked sharp, beautiful, utterly out of place among the abandoned furniture.
Valentina's eyes moved from Kazimir to Elena. A flicker of satisfaction crossed her face. "You brought him."
Elena said nothing. Beside her, Kazimir also did not speak.
"Smart." Valentina's lips curved. "Smarter than I gave you credit for." She turned and walked slowly along the edge of a dust-sheeted table. "But you're still a pawn. Do you know that?"
Elena blinked, confusion flickering across her face.
Kazimir's arm slid around her waist, drawing her subtly closer. "I'll tell her about that later."
Valentina gave a small shrug, as though the matter no longer interested her.
"Dante is moving money. Offshore accounts. Shell companies. Transactions that don’t appear on any official ledger." She glanced back at Elena. In the dim light, her face looked weary. "The trap with Old Hale—the papers little bird supposedly stole—that was a distraction. While everyone focused on her, Dante transferred a significant sum out of a joint account and into a private one in Zurich."
Kazimir studied her carefully. His expression revealed little, but Elena felt the tension coiled beneath it. "Why now?"
For a moment, Valentina said nothing. Then, flatly: "Dante broke our deal."
Silence followed.
Elena looked between them, sensing history she didn't fully understand.
"So why involve her?" Kazimir asked, frowning.
Valentina turned fully toward them. Her gaze flicked to the way Kazimir held Elena close, and she let out a quiet snort.
"You can't protect her forever." Her eyes settled briefly on Elena. "I'm offering information. Use it or ignore it. Nothing has changed."
Kazimir was silent . Then, low and cold: "You hurt her. More than once."
Valentina smirked. "I tested her, and she survived. That's what matters. Besides, if you truly distrusted me, you wouldn't have come."
Kazimir's jaw tightened. "Later," he said after a beat. "We'll talk later."
Valentina nodded and walked toward the far door. At the threshold, she paused and looked back.
"Little bird." Valentina's voice was quieter. "The woman in the portrait trusted the wrong people. She thought silence would protect her. Don't make her mistake."
The door opened. Cold air rushed in. Then Valentina was gone.
Elena stood frozen in the dusty room, her back still warm from Kazimir's hand. She was warning me. But about what?
Then Kazimir’s hands came up and cupped her face. She flinched—the sudden touch was unexpected—but she didn't pull away. His thumbs smoothed the furrow between her brows.
"You did well," he said, low and rough. He drew her closer. His arms came around her.
She hesitated for a moment before leaning on him. She stared up at him. Grey eyes holding hers. A man who had killed without mercy. But his hands were so gentle. She felt his heartbeat against her cheek.
"What she said about the money. The transfers. It fits." His voice rumbled through his chest. "I've noticed discrepancies. If Dante is preparing to move..."
He trailed off, but Elena felt the weight of what he wasn't saying. The danger was coming.
Kazimir looked down at her. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear—gentle, certain.
"We prepare," he said. "Together. Don't hide anything from me, okay?"
Together. Elena closed her eyes and nodded, letting the word settle in her chest.
She didn't know what was coming. She didn't know if Valentina had truly been warning her. But for the first time in a long while, she no longer felt alone.
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