She couldn't confront him. Not here. Not surrounded by luxury tents, wandering staff, and too many curious eyes. This place devoured privacy whole. No—she would wait until they were home, where walls were solid and lies had nowhere to echo.
Still, the waiting felt unbearable.
The silence pressed in, thick and suffocating, broken only by Rafael's calm breathing and the distant sounds of the camp settling into sleep.
Eliana closed her eyes and drew in a slow breath, her hand tightening protectively over her belly.
Whatever this was—truth or manipulation—it wasn't over.
And she had the sinking feeling that someone, somewhere, was counting on that.
