Alex’s POV
The silence in Ryan’s study is heavy, pressing down on me as if the very walls are conspiring to keep the truth locked inside, yet I can no longer contain it, not after standing in that hall and seeing her, my Luna, the woman I thought I knew, the woman I believed in, standing there as though the years we spent together meant nothing, as though the bond we forged was some passing dream she could discard once it suited her, and I feel my hands curl into fists at my sides as my eyes cut from Ryan to Elsa and back again, because the weight of this lie is no longer mine to carry alone.
“You should know the truth, Ryan,” I say, my voice sharp, cutting through the stillness like a blade, and I see his eyes narrow ever so slightly, not in anger, not yet, but in a kind of wary curiosi
