Elara POV
The dining table was quiet now.
Too quiet.
But even in the silence, the tension from earlier still lingered in the air, heavy and unsettling.
I stood by the window, my arms crossed lightly, my gaze unfocused as my thoughts replayed everything that had just happened.
Every word.
Every expression.
Every reaction.
Or more importantly…
The lack of it.
A small frown formed on my face.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen…” I muttered softly.
At least… not like that.
I had expected the tension.
Of course I had.
Celyne being back was already enough to stir things.
And yes, I wanted her to feel uncomfortable.
To remember her place.
To understand clearly that she no longer belonged here.
But something about tonight…
Felt different.
Wrong, even.
I exhaled slowly, my finger
