Mara's POV

The night air on the terrace was cool, but my skin felt hot.

My pulse thudded painfully in my ears as I stepped closer.

Camille stood with her arms crossed, her posture rigid, her gaze sharp enough to cut through stone. Elias sat beside her, lean and composed, legs crossed, expression icy and unreadable. He didn’t look at me. Not once. It was as if my presence wasn’t even registered.

I swallowed hard and forced myself into the seat opposite them, gripping the armrests until my knuckles whitened.

Camille’s voice broke the tense silence. “You’ve seen what’s online, I assume.”

I nodded quietly. “Yes.”

Just saying it aloud...