"Why do you seem... different?"
Alice told him, her voice a little unsteady, "Do you expect me to still remain the same?"
He looked at her, a searching frown on his face as if he couldn't quite place what was wrong. The confident mask she wore was a stark contrast to the person he was used to.
He released her from the wall, but his hand shot out to grip her chin, holding it firmly.
He scoffed. "You must have really lost your mind since you got married. Otherwise, you wouldn't have shown up here in front of me." His eyes dropped to her lips, a cruel smile forming. "Unless your rich husband isn't satisfying you enough in bed and you missed… my touch."
The words hit her like a gunshot.
Missed… his touch?
Her heart stumbled. Breath caught.
W-What?
She stared at him, trying to compute.
Priscilla's secret son and Aurora...?
No.
No, that couldn't be.
Even if she barely knew her sister, there was no way...
