Killian Draven
"Are you alright, Velora?" I asked, studying Hazel's distant expression across the dinner table.
She had barely touched her food, just picking at the roasted vegetables and tender meat on her plate. Her usual bright demeanor was replaced by something troubled and withdrawn. Every few minutes, she'd drift off into her own thoughts, staring at nothing with a small frown creasing her brow.
Victor had already given me a heads-up that she'd been asking questions about her brother during their conversation earlier. He'd assured me he'd been careful not to reveal anything, but her behavior now suggested she suspected something was wrong. The way she kept glancing at me when she thought I wasn't looking and the careful way she was choosing her words—she was starting to get suspic
