Elara’s POVThe house felt colder the next morning, even though nothing in the temperature had changed. I came downstairs late on purpose. Victor was already at the table with his coffee and tablet. Damien stood near the window, phone in hand. Both of them looked up the moment I entered, and the weight of their attention landed on me like it always did, except this time I didn’t move toward it.“You didn’t come to bed,” Victor said.“I slept in my own room.”Damien’s eyes tracked me as I poured coffee. “We should talk about yesterday.”“I don’t have anything new to say.” I kept my voice even. “I saw what I saw. You both knew more than you told me. That’s enough for now.”Victor set the tablet down. “You’re punishing us.”“I’m protecting myself.”The words sat in the air between us. For once neither of them reached for me. The usual script, anger, intensity, hands on my body until the argument dissolved, didn’t start. I sat at the far end of the table and drank my coffee in silence. Th
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