Sylvia swallowed her bitterness and asked quietly, "Did he find out who you are?"
Because if he didn't… then what was all of this?
Had he simply found another woman to sate his desires?
Lorraine opened her eyes slowly, as if the question took effort to process. Her gaze remained soft, dreamy. "Who I am?" she echoed, as if the words tasted foreign on her tongue.
Sylvia didn't blink. "Did he know you are the Swan Divina?"
Lorraine turned her head to the side, resting her cheek on the soft edge of the bathtub. Her wet lashes fanned against her skin like shadowed wings. "No," she said, after a pause. "He didn't." And then with the ghost of a smile: "He took me as I was."
Sylvia's jaw clenched.
As she was. A woman. A body. A conquest. A mystery to unravel, but not a soul to understand.
