Jaxon

I pushed open the door to the study, rubbing the stiffness from my shoulders. The conversation with Elvira still lingered in my mind, her hesitation, the way her voice trembled when I  spoke of her brothers, the guilt that clouded her eyes. She was hiding something. That much was obvious. But what? And why?

Before I could lose myself in thought, a familiar face blocked my path.

“Celina?” I paused, startled by her ...