Elsida chose to believe what she heard didn't concern her family even as her heart rattled wildly in her chest suggesting otherwise.
She stood adjacent to the door rooted to the ground as she took in the interaction between Julien and his Father, her hands trembling as she gripped the doorknob tightly. She couldn't hear a thing they were saying, her ricocheting heartbeat made sure of that.
As if on cue, Armand realized Elsida was perched against the doorstep and his eyes narrowed to slits as his attention drifted to her.
“Elsida, are you okay? You seem a bit shaken,” Armand asks, his voice a silky pretense attempting to shift the conversation.
Julien abruptly twists his body in her direction, horror etched across his face as he takes in Elsida's looming figure.
“El, what are you doing
