CIAN
But the word felt thin now. Useless even.
Fia stared at Dimitri with an expression I could not fully read. There was recognition there. Old and buried, something she had maybe hoped to never face again. And beneath that, something that looked dangerously close to fear.
"Answer me," Dimitri said quietly.
His eyes never left her face.
Fia's lips parted, closed, and parted again, like she was testing words she did not want to speak.
The silence stretched.
I stood there between them, my mind racing, trying to piece together what the fuck was happening. Dimitri claimed Fia was his granddaughter, and while I had connected that to her stepmother, Isabel, it had become increasingly clear that was not the case. Fia clearly recognized him from somewhere, and the way he sounded made it seem like it had been a short and one-time thing. Recently enough, too, if his presence here meant something specific, something that made her afraid.
And I had no idea what any of it meant.
