Liana POV
I found Elara in her room, sitting propped up on the pillows on her bed. She was reading a letter, and she flinched when I stepped inside, immediately hiding the letter behind her.
“Elara?” I said cautiously.
Her gaze snapped to mine, filled with anger and something else—fear? “What do you want?” she snapped in a sharp voice.
“I just wanted to see if you’re okay,” I replied, trying to keep my tone gentle.
“If you’ve come to show me your fake concern, then I don’t need your pity,” she spat. “In
fact, by coming here, you can't hide what you are doing. I know what you’re doing.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t play dumb, Liana. This explosion? It’s all too convenient. You’ve been here for weeks, stirring up trouble. Maybe this was your w
