Alpha Marcel
Isobel:
Anger was a familiar thing to me.
I had learned long ago how to fold it neatly, how to press it down until it became something sharp and useful instead of destructive. What Marcel had done, walking out of the ceremony, humiliating Elara without a word, had ignited it all the same.
But this was not the moment to let it show.
And I knew that showing at all was going to be wrong… I was going to need act smart with this. And my son was proving to me, by the day, that he was not going to give up on that woman.
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