Ilya’s POV:
I watched as the blood drained from her expression. My heart skipped a beating, thudding painfully against my ribs. I had known this truth would be a heavy blow, but seeing the light of trust flicker and die in her eyes was almost more than I could stand.
"No—" I started, the word catching in my throat. I frowned as she suddenly pushed back from the table, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. She stood up so abruptly that her chair scraped harshly against the linoleum floor.
I leaped forward, my hand shooting out to grab her wrist before she could bolt. "Ophelia, please just listen to me. There is more to it than that."
Around us, the quiet hum of the cafe faltered. I noticed the other customers had started whispering and eyeing me. To them, I probably looked like an aggr
