Vetiver and Rose

Something is wrong with Nathan. Elena Carter knows this the way a careful woman knows things — quietly, precisely. At first there were slight hints: the phone face-down. The private laugh behind a door that isn't quite closed. The faint smell of something dark and floral that isn't hers. She doesn't say anything. That's the thing about Elena. She's very good at not saying anything. But someone has been watching Elena Carter for two years. Someone who chose her husband with the cold precision of a person who needed something broken and knew exactly where to apply the pressure. Someone who came to destroy her — and who has, somewhere in the long act of studying her closely enough to take her apart, made the mistake of finding out who she actually is.