The air in the room felt colder somehow, the faint glow of the Moon’s Tear casting long shadows on the walls. Daisy’s fingers tightened on the edge of the desk, her pulse quickening as she stared at Christian.
“You met my mom when she was a kid,” she said slowly, her voice laced with disbelief. “And you were already… an adult?”
Christian’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in his dark eyes—an emotion she couldn’t quite name. “Yes,” he said quietly.
The realization hit her like a punch to the chest. Her throat tightened, and her next words came out hoarse. “How old are you?”
Christian leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “Are you sure you really want to know?”
The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine, but she squared her shoul
