Calculated Surrender

Ale’s POV

Clara’s hand trembled on the herb bunch. “I shouldn’t, we’re not supposed to talk about it. Please, Ale. Can we not?”

Before I could answer, Marta’s voice snapped from the doorway. “Enough, Clara.”

We both turned. Marta stood with her basket of herbs, eyes fixed on her daughter with a warning look.

Clara’s cheeks flushed. “I was only…”

“No.” Marta’s tone softened when she looke