Adrian narrowed his gaze. His eyes followed the movement of Damian’s hand still holding the earring, then shifted to Nayla’s face. Frozen, unreadable. The faint crease between his brows deepened.
“Nay? I know that’s yours. It’s from one of your old collections, isn’t it?” Adrian’s voice was low, like a whisper trying to contain a rising blaze.
Nayla didn’t respond. Her body remained still. But she reached out, taking the pair of earrings from Damian. An unspoken answer that they were indeed hers.
Adrian turned his attention to Damian. “How did her earrings end up with you? She rarely ever takes off her jewelry, only when she sleeps.”
Damian met Adrian’s eyes, then slowly turned his gaze to Nayla. No smile, no dramatic emotion. Just a silent look that pierced through the center of her r
