Elara’s POV
The silence that came with my question was heavier and louder than any other sound in the apartment. The calmness from Lucian after my question was a physical weight that crushed the air from the room. He didn't attempt to make a move, but I saw the shift in him, I felt the guilt in his eye. The casual concern in his posture solidified into a guarded and ancient something.
His silver eyes, which usually held a storm, went perfectly still and terrible.
“How did you get to know about the death of your parents Elara? Where did you hear that from? Who brought the information to you” His voice was low, and yet a careful neutral that explained everything to me.
“Well…..Lucian, Marek…. Marek just left here a while ago.” The words were ashes in my mouth.
“He told me that he kne
