ELISA'S POV.
Finally, Alec spoke.
“Talyra,” he said calmly, not even looking at her. “Be nice.”
But there was no warning in his tone. No defense in his eyes. He didn’t mean it. He just said it for the sake of saying it, and somehow, that hurt more than if he had just remained silent. It hurt more than I’d ever admit to myself.
Talyra giggled, leaning closer to him. “I am being nice. I was merely trying to make sure we were safe eating this breakfast, Alec.”
I straightened up, my face burning, and turned to walk away. But her voice followed me like poison.
“Elisa, wait.”
I froze mid-step. My back went stiff.
“You forgot to bring Alec his drink,” she said, motioning to the empty glass in front of him. “He can’t eat without something to wash it down, now can he? Why don’t you be a dar
