DAVE
“Your father should know what happened to my family.”
Elara’s hands froze mid-motion, the glass bottle of her skincare serum slipping from her grasp onto the vanity table with a soft thud. She turned, eyes narrowing in confusion as she met my gaze through the reflection in the mirror.
“What do you mean?”
I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I watched as realization dawned on her. Her brows furrowed slightly, her lips parting as though she was about to say something—but then she hesitated.
And in that hesitation, she figured it out.
“You went to Beatrix, didn’t you?”
I gave a slow nod.
That was all she needed to confirm her suspicions. She stood from the vanity stool and closed the distance between us, her hands reaching up to cup my face. Her touch was gentle, warm, almost c
