ELARA
“Thank you very much, Elara, for tonight… for hearing me out,” Maxwell stated, setting down his empty cup. He pushed himself up to his feet, his countenance looking somewhat better.
I uncrossed my legs and followed suit, my movements smooth and unbothered as I slipped my hands into the front pockets of the roomy silk trousers I wore. “You are welcome, Max. I'm glad we had this conversation.”
I paused for a beat as a thought occurred to me. I narrowed my eyes slightly. “Is Shawn aware that you are here tonight?”
Maxwell’s brows knitted together instantly, grimness quickly overtaking his countenance. “No.”
Of course not, I mused silently. That explained why the walking biohazard wasn’t present here making a complete fool of himself in my family’s house.
“Is there a problem?” Max
