Emma climbed onto the bed the moment they stepped into their chamber. She curled onto her side, still in the same clothes.
Brandon scooped her up without a word and carried her into the bathchamber.
Steam filled the chamber. Warm water ran down her skin while he washed her gently, his hands careful and patient. Afterward, he dressed her himself and carried her back to bed.
Emma lay still, staring at nothing.
The video didn't shock her because of what it revealed. She had already known the truth. What unsettled her was seeing it with her own eyes for the first time—a sight she had never wanted to witness.
Her fingers slowly tightened around the blanket.
Lyn was right.
Lunara was Daniel's daughter in every way that mattered. The same cold look. The same cruel way of twisting the knife and watching it sink deeper.
