Jaxon
I pushed open the door to the study, rubbing the stiffness from my shoulders. The conversation with Elvira still lingered in my mind, her hesitation, the way her voice trembled when I spoke of her brothers, the guilt that clouded her eyes. She was hiding something. That much was obvious. But what? And why?
Before I could lose myself in thought, a familiar face blocked my path.
“Celina?” I paused, startled by her presence. Her arms were folded across her chest, lips pouted in that way I knew meant trouble.
“You could’ve knocked,” I muttered, adjusting my tone. “Or come inside.”
She didn’t move. “What’s the problem?” I asked.
“She’s leaving soon, right?” she snapped, voice sharp.
“What?” I blinked. “What do you mean by that?”
Celina’s eyes flared with frustration. “Haven’t yo
