Darius watched her closely these days.
Not with suspicion—worse.
With hope.
He introduced her to his mother that evening. Elena Kingsley's smile was gentle, but her eyes missed nothing.
"You make my son smile," Elena said.
Amara forced one in return. "He makes it easy."
Later, Elena pulled Darius aside. "Be careful."
Darius frowned. "You too?"
Elena touched his cheek. "Especially me."
That night, Darius slept peacefully.
Amara didn't sleep at all.
Because trust, once given, could never be returned untouched.