Chapter 243

Color instantly drained from Bellatrix's face and she froze. Her son's existence? Charlie? Her heart skipped a beat at the realization, hammering furiously in her chest when it resumed its beat. For a second, her emotions bleed across her expression—eyes wide, mouth hanging agape, the perfect expression for a culprit who'd just been caught in an act. Then she composed herself, coming off as unfazed, despite the sound of her heart in her ear and her fingers digging into the center of her palm. "You knew? When and how?" Damien took his time to answer. The silence felt longer than it should have, suffocatingly so. Bellatrix felt her chest tighten. Her emotions threatened to spill, but she fought them back, keeping her expression as composed as possible. However, the longer Damien's gaze lingered on her—eyes holding a light that screamed he held more knowledge than she probably would ever know—the harder than task became. "A few weeks ago," he answered at last, but it did nothing to help t