Lora, who had been staring at the ceiling lost in thought, turned to face him. Her eyes were still red from the emotional turmoil of the night, but there was a clarity in them now. "You're right, my love," she whispered, her voice steady. "I actually I lost my sister when she betrayed me years ago, not now."
Azriel reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It’s okay to feel conflicted, but don’t let it consume you. We have to keep moving forward."
Lora nodded, her hand finding his under the covers. "I know. It’s just… I think I’ve been grieving her loss for a long time, long before tonight. She was family, my twin, we shared the same womb. How someone could do this to their own flesh and blood is beyond my comprehension."
Azriel leaned in, kissing her forehead tender
