Tiara's POV
I went back to the kitchen because there was nowhere else I could be at the moment. I half hoped that Phoebe would stop fuming and call me back.
I stood in the kitchen, gripping the wooden countertop. The heat from the stove filled the room, but I barely felt it. My thoughts were too loud.
Nina stood nearby, stirring a pot, the soft bubbling of the stew filling the silence between us. The smell of herbs and fresh bread should have been comforting, but it wasn’t.
“I told Luke,” I said, breaking the silence.
Nina turned to me, frowning. “Told him what?”
“That Nicholas doesn’t want Phoebe,” I said.
Her hands stilled. She faced me fully, her expression unreadable. “You actually told him?”
“Yes,” I said, pressing my palms against the counter. “I had to.”
She placed the spo
