CIAN
I was about to enter the hall when I heard footsteps behind me.
I turned and saw Elara approaching. Her face was pale and her hands were clasped tightly in front of her. She looked like she had been crying recently or was about to start.
"Cian."
Her voice was quiet. Too quiet for someone who usually carried herself with so much confidence.
I waited.
She stopped a few feet away from me and looked up at me with eyes that reminded me too much of her father's. The same shape. The same color. But none of the calculation I had come to expect from Aldric.
"Did he really do those things? All of those horrible things? Do you think he would? I mean... Threatening Madeline... It doesn't make sense to me. It cannot. I need you to tell me it cannot be real."
