Third POV
Blair staggered into the living room of Derek’s estate.
“Derek! Luna Ava! Something happened!” Her voice carried the perfect performance of panic and wounded innocence.
Derek shot up from the sofa. “What is it? Did Lyra get worse?”
“N-no… it’s not Lyra. It’s Sophia!” Blair sobbed, raising her injured wrist as proof, then retold what happened outside the hospital—adding exaggeration to every word.
“She didn’t just hide our Olivia in the sea and say she’d let the ocean crush her—she also… she also lay in another man’s arms right in front of me! That man protected her so hard he almost crushed my hand!”
“I knew it!” Ava slammed the fine porcelain teacup in her hand onto the floor. “I told you Sophia wasn’t worthy of you. First she attacked me, and now she’s cheating. Derek, yo
