-LILIAN-
He had heard me. He had heard me form words for Margaret, words that were still clumsy, still broken, but words nonetheless. Words I refused to give him. He turned, his gaze fixed on me, then on Margaret, a dark fury simmering in his golden eyes. His jaw was tight. His control was slipping. But he said nothing. He simply stood there, radiating a raw, possessive jealousy that was unmistakable.
My heart pounded, knowing my silence spoke louder than any words.
It was my only weapon.
The days since Margaret's visit had brought slow, painstaking progress. My ability to form words, though still fragmented and raw, had surprised Alexander, infuriated Lyra, and filled Elara with tearful joy. But the greatest change was within my own body. The quiet, consistent care, the absence of A
