Gianna was nonplussed, to say the least.
The feeling settled heavy in her chest, mildly disorienting, as if the room had shifted slightly off its axis the moment she stepped inside.
Noah? What was he doing here?
The name alone echoed in her mind, disbelieving, refusing to settle into anything that made sense.
From the atmosphere that had been in the room before she came in, she was sure that her uncle wasn't surprised by Noah's presence. The tension had been too composed, too settled, like a storm that had already passed before she arrived to witness the damage.
Could it be that Clement had turned his beggarly hands to Noah because of their relationship?
The thought made her stomach tighten, a slow, sour twist of disbelief and resentment.
But why would Noah accept, considering he was aware, to an extent, of her hatred for them?
And why didn't he tell her?
