He didn’t answer me, he just stood there looking at me like he was also trying to figure out what just happened.
I stood in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped tightly around myself, staring at the closed door like it might open again and spill all the secrets Lila had hinted at. My heart was still racing. The words she had said kept echoing in my head, “secrets,” “your mother,” “Victor,” “he knows.” Damien had tried to shut her down, but he hadn’t denied anything. Not really.
I turned to him slowly, trying one more time to ask him. He was still standing near the entrance, jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides. He looked furious, but there was something else underneath it, something almost like fear.
“What was she talking about?” I asked, my voice shaking but determined. “Don’t
