No one spoke after that. The weight of the truth—or our best version of it—hung in the car as Denis drove. He didn’t seem in any hurry, maybe because Keisha was staying with her family until the wedding. He probably didn’t want to return to an empty home. I’d already decided he could stay at the mansion for as long as he needed. The left wing had more rooms than we used anyway.
By the time we reached the Nighthorn Mansion, Austin was waiting at the entrance.
“Mara must’ve told him we were coming,” I said, stepping out.
Darian caught up with me. “Do you mind if I crash on your side of the house?”
I smirked. “You’re welcome anytime. I doubt Tiffany wants anything to do with the right wing anymore.”
Austin approached. “Beta Darian,” he said, “Luna Mara asked us to prepare a room for you
