"I cannot?" Bella asked, seeing his expression.
Leo was quiet for a moment. The rain drummed on the umbrella, a relentless beat that seemed to echo the pounding of her heart. Water dripped from the edges, falling onto his shoulder and hers, soaking into the fabric of their clothes. Neither of them moved to adjust it.
"It is not that you cannot," he said finally. His voice was low and careful, like he was choosing each word with great care. "It is that they do not know you."
Bella's heart sank.
"They do not know who you are," Leo continued. "They do not know why their brother died. To them, he was just a guard. A man who worked for a wealthy family. A man who died in an accident. That is all they know. That is all they will ever know, if we do this right."
Bella's voice was sharp, cutting through the rain. "An accident? That was not an accident."
