Gabriella swung a pair of large eyes at Elder Raith. “She knows?” before her abased expression teetered back at Nevaeh, “You know?” Nevaeh found it hard to look at her mother, her eyes straying to something else aimlessly. “Oh, Mija, I am … I know this must be hard for you to understand.”
“It’s…. whatever.” Nevaeh tried to shrug. And despite trying to brush it aside, the evident struggle remained in her furrowed brows.
“Nevaeh…” Gabriella tried again, though whatever she tried to say was lost when she looked at the vampire, smiling slightly before eyeing her daughter again. “With both your dads—”
“---No,” Nevaeh shook her head. “Not now.” Not ever? “Let’s please just focus on Tate.” Not wanting to give him any of her attention, not after the awkward almost-conversation with her mother,
