Sophia
“Erick,” I said quietly, “What line did Caleb cross?”
His reaction was immediate.
He froze completely like a man who had been struck in the center of his chest.
For a moment, he simply stared at me, as though weighing whether to tell me the truth or shield me from it.
His jaw tightened slightly. His fingers stilled on the sheets.
“I told you,” he began slowly, cautiously, “this is not something that needs to trouble you.”
I shook my head. “You can’t call me your queen, your partner and leave me in the dark. If something concerns you, it concerns me. If something is wrong, I deserve to know.”
He breathed out through his nose, long and heavy.
I waited.
Finally, he ran a hand through his hair, staring up at the ceiling as though begging the goddess for patience.
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