Elara's POV
Sofia isn't blood?!!! She isn't a Conti?!!!
I didn't know how to digest the news. The look on Lady Lucia's face said it all. She wasn't joking. Not like I expected her to cook up anything just to make me feel good.
First, she wasn't entirely a fan of me, so this wouldn't make any sense if she tried to dish her to please me. Also, she was Lady Lucia in flesh and blood; anything that she utters is a pure fact that was already refined thoroughly.
“Yes,” she nodded, as if claring my doubts. “Promise.”
I gulped dryly, weighing the heavy words. A promise was an oath, and to a dark family like hers, it was like an initiation.
“I… I promise not to leak a word.” My throat was suddenly dried, needing anything to distract myself.
For all it's worth, the Contis are not psychopat
