Chapter 68

MAYA'S POV Since the moment I stepped foot into this house, I hadn't set eyes on Elora. Of course I hadn't. She didn't have the courage to show her face around me and Lucian's friends—the people who actually belonged here. Why would she? She knew she wasn't welcomed. She knew exactly how out of place she was. The others hadn't said anything, but I could see it on their faces too. The fake smiles, the quiet judgement…it was all there. And Elora must have felt it, otherwise she would've been down already, fluttering about like the little attention seeker she was. I sat on the bed now, watching my mate, Lucian. He hadn't looked at me properly since I arrived. His focus was glued to the damn laptop in front of him, as if I didn't even exist. My jaw clenched. What was so important in those files that he couldn't spare even a glance at me? I hated how cold he'd become lately. We used to share everything—his bed, his time, his nights. Now intimacy between us was barely a whisper of what it us