I stayed in the room with Elon, smiling to him like everything was normal— even though my insides were a lot of emotions just by thinking what could happen now that Elizabeth was downstairs.
My hands moved randomly, changing his clothes, brushing his hair, while my mind raced with a thousand thoughts, all centered on what they were about to do.
Elizabeth.
The thought of her being here—my sister, now Damian's lover, after everything that had happened—made me feel scared. Although, I kind of knew why she was here. After all, Damian finally had some free time after a busy week. I felt..a bit threatened.
Probably because of the crazy thing she said the last time we saw each other.
My heart was heavy when I brought my eyes to Elon, who was holding the small figurine clutched with his tiny
