Aire blinked slowly.
Her certainty wavered for the first time since the vision ended.
The room suddenly felt too quiet.
Mabel's words remained suspended heavily between them.
The words, "Didn't Nate attack you?" replayed in her head over and over again, as she finally thought of it.
Aire's throat tightened faintly. He did.
No matter how much softer things had become between them now, and no matter how gently Nate touched her lately, or how fiercely he had defended her afterward, that truth still existed.
He had looked at her like a monster once.
He had nearly killed her, and fate had still chosen him for her.
Aire's expression shifted slightly with confusion.
The contradiction unsettled her deeply.
Mabel noticed immediately.
Aire had always been easy to read emotionally whenever something wounded her heart. Her silence changed first, then her eyes, and Mabel had taken her time to study Aire.
Mabel saw the exact moment doubt entered her.
