Arielle's pov
Over the three days following Sarah’s visit, Victor and I had barely spoken, let alone sat in the same room.
The silence between us stretched thin and tense, heavy with the weight of unanswered questions.
When he finally walked through the door on the fourth evening, I didn't wait for him to settle. The words spilled right out of me. "Why didn't you tell me my mother was human?"
Victor paused mid-step, his sharp blue eyes fixing on me with immediate caution.
"I thought I had the whole story," I continued, leaning forward until my knuckles turned white against the edge of the mattress. "You let me believe she was just a normal, helpless human you killed by mistake. But Sarah told me the truth, a truth you had kept from me!”
His shoulders dropped slightly, a deep, weary
