LOGINI blink, momentarily confused. “You had yours?”“Yes,” she says. “I had one. At the shop. Daddy Griffin let me taste the strawberry one.”I look over at Griffin, who has just walked back into the living room with a wet paper towel in his hand. He’s cleaning up the melted ice cream from the floor, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.“Thanks,” I whisper, my throat suddenly tight.He doesn’t look up, but I can see the muscles in his jaw tighten. “She’s a smart kid,” he says, his voice low and a little rough. “She knew you’d want one too.”I can’t help but smile. It’s the first time Vera has ever offered me anything without me having to ask for it. It’s the first time she’s ever communicated her thoughts so clearly, so directly. It’s a small victory, but it feels huge.“Well, thank you, sweetie. I appreciate it.”I take a small lick of the ice cream, the sweet, creamy flavor exploding on my tongue. It’s been a while since I’ve had ice cream, and I’ve forgotten how good it can be.
[Elara]The next time I wake up, my body screams in protest.Shit. What have I done?Not only did I sleep with Griffin again, but I did it in broad daylight too, with my daughters sleeping right in the next room, no less.Dammit. I’ve lost my mind. Why couldn’t I resist him?Maybe because of all the beautiful things he said before he made a very different kind of love to me. It wasn’t rushed or rough or slow or sweet. It was just right. And every time he got the chance, he whispered those same promises into my ear, as if afraid I would forget once I fell from the cliff of the insane pleasure he had worked so hard to take me to.I smile at the thought—at the feeling that’s happily bouncing in my stomach.Has he really fallen for me?I look over my shoulder and find the side of my bed completely empty.Wait. What the hell?I look around the room, for the first time realizing that he’s nowhere to be found. Not even in the bathroom. I should have heard something.Did he leave? The thought
[Elara]It’s like getting hit by a damn train.One moment, I’m standing my ground, arms crossed, telling myself this is just sex, that we’re just two adults getting what we need. The next, I’m on my back, and Griffin is a solid, warm weight on top of me, a force of nature I have no hope of resisting.Mine. Forever.The words hang in the air between us, heavy and absolute.A part of me, the part that’s spent years building walls around my heart, wants to laugh. To push him away and remind him who I am. Elara Gordon. The woman who survived the Blackwoods. The Grahams. The woman who doesn’t belong to anyone.She can’t.But that part of me is a whisper now. Drowned out by the roaring in my ears, the frantic thud of my own heart against my ribs. Because as I look up at him, at the raw, unguarded determination in his eyes, I don’t feel trapped. I feel… seen.He’s not looking at the Blackwoods’ cast-off wife. He’s not looking at the vengeful woman plotting her next move. He’s looking at me.
I blink.Have I? Fallen for her?Of course, I have. Who wouldn’t?She’s gorgeous. Outstanding. Brave.A definite example of beauty with brains.Only an idiot wouldn’t fall for someone as amazing as her.And I’m surely no idiot. I’m probably one of the smartest people alive.Kidding.But still. The fact remains untouched. I have fallen for Elara. Hard and very hard.She’s still looking at me, her dark eyes brimming with tease.She’s messing with me right now. But she has no idea what kind of bomb she has ticked off inside me with those playful words of hers. Can she even handle the consequences of detonating me right now?I suppose we’ll see soon enough.The corner of my mouth tips up, my gaze dropping to her lips before slowly climbing back to her eyes. “What if I have?” I say, and slowly—very slowly—start pushing my butt off the couch and leaning my hands on either side of the couch. “Would it be such a bad thing?”Seeing me leaning over, she instinctively leans back. Not breaking ey
My fingers clench into fists so hard that my knuckles ache.I know I don’t have the right to be jealous. I know it’s my own damn fault. But what right does he have to take what’s mine?What right does he have to let my daughters call him Dad?Cora and Vera are my daughters. Mine. Not his.I turn to Elara, and she seems to be looking at Griffin, too. And not like the neighbor she told me he was—or the doctor treating Cora—but something else. Something more. Something that… just thinking about it makes me want to throw up.Griffin sets the girls down and looks over at me. His smile softens into a calm, polite expression, but there’s a protective flicker in his eyes as he steps slightly in front of them.“I didn’t know we had guests,” he says, the corner of his mouth tipping up, looking even more smug than last time.He doesn’t even try to hide it. The smugness. The superiority. The satisfaction of having what I can’t have. He’s basking in my misery, and he’s enjoying every second of it.
“Hi,” I say, somehow managing to sink into the armchair across from them, a coffee table sitting between us.They both look at me, blinking, but neither says a word.Deep down, I know Vera might find it hard to connect with me—considering this is probably the first time she’s ever really seen me—but Cora… why is she looking at me as if I’m just another guest, as if the best thing she can do right now is just behave?Despite the awkwardness fluttering in my veins, I give them a small, friendly smile. “So, Cora… how… how have you been?”She glances at Elara, then back at me. I realize it’s not the kind of look meant to ask what she should say, but to make sure Elara is still there.She doesn&rsquo
[Elara]“Come on, I’ll show you to your room,” says Nora, already dragging me away from the couch and heading for the grand staircase. “You too, Cora.” She picks her up on the way, squeezing her cheeks. “I have personally designed your room. It took a while, but I think it turned out great.”“Reall
[Elara]The drive to the mansion isn’t a long one.Barely ten minutes have passed when the cars start circling the roundabout and pulling up in the grand driveway.“Mommy, this place is so huuuuuge,” Cora gasps, her hands pressed against the window, her face glued to the glass. Then, as if struck b
[Damon]I look at the bright red ruby ring sitting proudly in the black velvet box.Nervous—for the first time.What if she doesn’t like it?What if she thinks it’s too little?What if she thinks it isn’t sincere enough?I sigh. Whatever. This is the first time I’m giving her something so expensive
For a full two minutes, I sit frozen in my seat.“Damon? Damon? Can you hear me? Damon!”I jerk awake, blinking too hard—too fast—trying to make sure this is real. I look around, searching for even the smallest hint that this is nothing but a nightmare.But the moment my eyes land on Hannah, my hea







