(Orlando's POV)
I could see the unmistakable flash in her eyes. I know she wasn't expecting the question.
I saw the bruise marks the instant she arrived at the hotel driveway. I wasn't sure if it was dad or a random abuser. But her reaction now told me it was him.
I was waiting for the right moment to question her about it. The moment she'd be vulnerable… and yes, it worked.
She opened and closed her mouth twice, and her eyes were flashing in thought. I could tell that she was looking for a lie to tell.
“It wasn't your father, Orlando." She finally spoke. “It was… I slipped and got injured.”
Seriously?
“That's what you could come up with? Do I look like a child to you?” I chuckled. “It would have been just as believable if you told me it was a hickey, Lily.”
Her gaze flickered. She
