Elara's POV
Lucien’s words hit me like a wave I wasn’t ready for. My face flushed with embarrassment, and my chest tightened with something deeper, shame. Because the truth was, he wasn’t wrong. If I had known Vincent was alive back then, I wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet about it, not even for a second. I would’ve gone looking for him, shouted it from the rooftops, maybe even ruined whatever plan Lucien had been trying to carry out.
I let out a shaky breath, my cheeks burning as I sank lower in my seat, “You’re right.” I muttered, almost to myself, “I really was blind in the past, no, I was completely blind. No wonder you and Damon both thought I’d run away. If I were in your shoes, Vincent, I’d probably have thought the same thing too.”
The air around us grew still. Vincent’s d
