Chapter 6 - The Weight of the Evidence
Julian tilted his chin downward.
His gaze moved from her tear-streaked face to the angry red swelling on her lower leg.
He didn't touch it.
He let his eyes linger on the bruising just long enough for her to know that the lie was dead.
"You're hurt."
It wasn't a question.
It was a physical fact placed heavily in the space between them.
Elara shook her head.
The messy bun at the nape of her neck began to unravel, a long strand of brown hair falling across her damp cheek.
She bit her lower lip so hard the blood left the surface entirely.
"Please..."
She pressed the back of her head against the vanity door.
May you like
"Don't ask."
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