Chapter 137

Elodie’s POV

Kiernan was already pacing when I walked into the empty music room.

His footsteps echoed across the wooden floor like he was trying to outrun his own heartbeat. The room smelled faintly of varnish and old sheet music, and sunlight cut across his shoulders in slanted gold lines.

And I had barely closed the door before he snapped his head toward me.

“Elodie, do you mind telling me why