Before I could answer, a soft voice drifted in from the guest room.
“Elara... have you been drinking? The smell is making me a little uncomfortable.”
I turned.
Odette stood in the doorway, pale in the lamplight, one hand resting against the frame like she needed it to stay upright.
For a moment, I just looked at her.
I had assumed he’d settled her in one of the family’s other properties after taking her from the clinic.
I had not expected him to bring her here.
Into my house.
That was almost laughable.
I looked back at Cassian.
“Would you like me to go to a hotel tonight?” I asked calmly. “Or would you rather take her to one yourselves?”
“Elara.” His voice rose at once. “How can you even think like that?”
A laugh nearly slipped out this time.
“Don’t shout just because your conscience is dirty,” I said coldly. “Am I the one acting shamefully here?”
Then I turned to Odette.
“You said yesterday you nearly collapsed because I blocked you. Save that performance for someone who still believes it. I blocked him too. And if the smell of wine bothers you, close your door.”
Her eyes reddened instantly.
Tears gathered so quickly it would have been impressive, if it had not been so familiar.