I blinked at her, keeping my face as blank and empty.
I even let a small, pitying smile tug at the corner of my mouth. "Have you finally lost your mind, Elara? I asked sweetly.
I looked at her hand blocking my path and then back at her frantic, bloodshot eyes. "Lucas is your mate, not mine. If he's falling apart or getting into fights he can't win, that’s your problem to solve, not a conspiracy. Now move. I have a fitting, and Father won't be happy if I'm late because you’re having a breakdown in the hallway."
I didn't move. I just stood there and watched her, waiting for the explosion I knew would come.
"You’re lying!" Elara screamed. She lunged forward, her fingers clawing at the high collar of my dress. She was desperate to see what I was hiding, her face inches from mine, twisted
