Dorian's POV
"What? Are you okay?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Elena nodded, but her grip on the car door looked desperate, like she'd collapse without it.
Fear slammed into me, and I stepped closer, keeping my voice gentle. "What just happened?"
"Nothing," she breathed.
Bullshit. I could see right through her. Her skin had turned ghostly white, sweat beaded across her forehead, and her knuckles were bone-white against the door handle.
I stayed quiet, letting her recover. She needed space to breathe. Finally, after what felt like forever, she pulled herself together.
"I'm ready now," she said, sliding into the car before I could say anything.
I followed, my mind spinning. She pressed her head against the cool window as Axel pulled away from the curb.
Had to be the DNA test. The change was instant after I'd brought it up.
Was this Marcus guy really Oliver's father?
