Leah’s chest still ached with the weight of last night’s revelations. She hadn’t slept, not even for a moment. Every time she closed her eyes, Mira’s pale, bloodless face would return, and with it, the echo of Nathan’s broken voice. “My father… maybe.”
She pressed her palms hard against her temples as she stood by her bedroom window. The dawn light cut a weak line across the horizon, but it did nothing to ease her darkness. Every corridor of the mansion seemed to hum with secrets, every shadow whispered of betrayal. And yet, despite everything her heart betrayed her more than anyone else.
Nathan, his name was an ache on her lips. He had become both her torment and her refuge. She hated him for the suspicion that clung to his every step, for the blood she feared stained his hands. But she
