Elara appeared at the door, fingers wrapped around the handle of her The Royal Affair Planners
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The two of them leaned closer, voices low. Elara gave a small nod, tightened her grip on the bag, and walked away.
Brandon looked up. "What happened?"
Emma closed the door halfway and turned back to him. "She's leaving already, but I told her to wait."
"Okay." He gave a short nod and went back to what he was doing.
"I wanted to speak with you last moonfall but you ignored me."
"I'm sorry, I was sad," she said with a flat tone, making a pathetic face.
"Why were you sad?" He asked, touching her cheek in a wistful gesture. Slowly, he moved his hands down to her jawline.
"Why were you sad last night, moonheart," he asked again.
