Traitorous Heart

Nadia

It was not Giselle but his mother.

Luna Helena held a champagne glass carefully in one hand, and looked at her son with a combination of concern and patience.

I watched, because I couldn't help it, as Corbin turned to face her.

I couldn't hear them through the glass and the distance and the general noise of the party.

But I didn't need to.

His jaw was clenched and his shoulders were rigid.