“I can hear what Sissy hears!” Mira snaps.
Elle chews her lip, looks at her sister, then looks back at me. “Really?”
“I think it’s best all around.”
It’s bad enough I have to terrify Elle out of her mind. I don’t want to traumatize the child too.
“Mira, go to your room,” Elle says.
“But—”
“Now, please,” Elle says sternly.
Mira huffs and grabs the back of a chair. For a second, it looks like she’s going to tip it. But suddenly she stuffs her thumb in her mouth and stomps out of the hallway. Elle lets out a broken sigh as she watches her go.
“Great,” she says with bitter sarcasm. “Now she’s regressing. How wonderful.”
“I’m sorry, Elle.”
“Me too,” she murmurs. “I’m being a bitch.”
“You have every right to be?—”
“A bitch?”
“I’d never call you that,” I grunt.
“I love her,” Elle whispers. “And I love how much you’ve helped her. But I don’t think things will be the same now.”
“No, probably not,” I agree somberly.
“So, tell me, then,” Elle says. “What’s the second half of this crap sundae?”
I wish there was a way around this. But I can’t keep hiding the truth from her.
Fuck, fuck,fuck…
I don’t want to do this.
“Rhett, stop delaying,” she sighs.
“Lucian has escaped from prison.”
CHAPTER 14
ELARA
Ionce read in a book,it was like she spoke in a foreign language. The news was so shocking to me. The line stood out because I remember thinking that there’s no way that words could literally not make sense because of shock.
But now I get it. He’s just told me that Lucian is out. But it’s also just like he spit gibberish.
I squeeze the edge of the table, lean back in my chair, and look over my shoulder to make sure Mira didn’t sneak back out here to eavesdrop. “How?” I whisper.
“He paid a guard to loosen his cuffs, staged an attack during a prison transfer, probably arranged for the transfer too.”
“Wuh-when?” I clear my throat, annoyed at the stutter.
“Day before yesterday.”
