Elias’s POV

I watched Camille walk away. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response, but that didn’t mean I was going to sit idle. Since this mess involves Mara, I will be moving ten steps ahead in my mind. Every time David’s name came up in the same breath as hers, it felt like a low-grade fever burning in my blood.

I walked back toward my room but found myself standing in front of Mara’s door. My hand reached out, fingers hovering over the handle. I just wanted to see her; I wanted to make sure she was okay. I had been so busy with the quiet funeral...