Eliara's POV
The city lights flickered like dying stars beyond the glass walls of Jasail’s penthouse. It was almost midnight, and the silence that hung in the room was far from peaceful. I stood by the window, arms wrapped tightly around my chest as if I could contain the storm inside me by holding myself together.
Behind me, was Naomi lingering T the doorway, arms folded, her face pinched with concern. The tension in the room was tangible, a thin thread ready to snap.
“Are you going to tell me what happened, or should I guess?” Naomi finally said, breaking the silence.
I didn’t turn. “It’s nothing. Just another lie.”
Naomi sighed and walked in, the heels of her boots clicking softly against the marble floor. “You’ve been acting strange since you got back from the gala. And Jasail, h
