Betty’s POV

Ivan’s question hit me like ice water. “Is there anything you are hiding from me, Butterfly?”

My stomach dropped so fast I felt dizzy. My hand started trembling before I realised it. I was completely startled. Where did that question come from?

The chapel suddenly felt too quiet, full of watching eyes. His grip on my hand stayed firm, but his gaze was unreadable, calm on the surface with something sharper underneath. I wondered if he already knew. If somehow he had found ...