Mara
The next morning, we set out for breakfast in the right wing of the mansion. The atmosphere was calmer than expected, but the undercurrent of tension still lingered.
Lucian told me Tina was under watch—his orders. If she truly drank poison and endangered the baby, she wouldn’t be walking away from this without consequences. But deep down, I didn’t believe she took anything dangerous. Maybe something mild to slow her heart rate and make a scene. She was too self-absorbed to die for Lucian. What she wanted was attention. What she got was the opposite.
Lucian had been clear: next time, he’d let her die.
We arrived at the table, and Tiffany flashed me a knowing smile. I didn’t need to guess what it meant—everyone likely knew my heat had just ended. I avoided eye contact, choosing inst
