After Death, Love Unveiled

hapter 10

After Hadden walked out, Elara gave Lysander a puzzled look. "Why'd you help me?"

She had a ton of information to back her up, sure. But from Lysander's point of view, there was no way he could've known

that.

Lysander leaned back casually. "You asked for help. Why wouldn't I?"

"Aren't you worried I might be full of shit?"

Lysander just smirked. "And if you are? So what? Even if you're making it all up, no skin off my back. It's just a simple favor for him."

His laid-back attitude, the easy confidence in his voice, sent a warm glow through Elara. It made her feel trusted. Something she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

Her mind flashed back to when she was diagnosed with HIV. No one believed her. Everyone jumped to conclusions, assuring she'd been careless, reckless even.

If she had been, maybe she could've accepted the blame. But she hadn't.

People were cruel, keeping their distance, treating her like she was tainted. Eventually, she'd started to hate herself too.

But deep down, she knew the ones who had framed her-they knew her innocence better than anyone.

of

After dinner, Elara and Lysander didn't rush to leave. They ordered dessert, taking their time, enjoying the rare moment o peace

Elara focused on her assignments, biting into her dessert, while Lysander patiently walked her through the problems she couldn't solve on her own. They stayed like that until night fell.

Later, when Asher's birthday party wrapped up and everyone was about to leave, there was a hold-up-Asher hadn't paid the bill.

called Elara, but she let

glanced over. "Not gonna

who it is," Elara said,

times before she

mean?!" Asher's voice was

she wouldn't get

she did, she knew she wouldn't be able

smirk, teasing, "What's got you

here and pay the bill. Don't make this a scene." -He'd planned to slip out right after the birthday party, cut Elara off once and for all. But of course, she

to pay, leaving

Why should I be the

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slip him tens of

spender, always with a crowd around.

this right now? What the hell do you want? Just name your price, and

asking for a favor, maybe try sounding like

But she wasn't the same Elara who used to bend over backward

but cutting. "Not gonna beg? Fine. Whatever. I'm

Asher gripped the phone tightly, his voice low and strained through clenched

tab. No one could leave, and

another word, Elara hung up. She turned to Lysander. "I'll be back in a

where the party guests were still awkwardly clustered, all throwing each other uncomfortable glances, clearly waiting for Asher to pay up. No one could move, and Asher had to suffer under their silent judgment. When Elara walked in,

been earlier, but now their arrogance had crumbled. Nothing wipes out someone's pride faster than being trapped with no way to pay the bill. Elara bearned, her smile as bright as ever. "What's going on, everyone? Isn't this Asher's big birthday party? Why the long faces?' Her gaze slid deliberately toward Asher Blackwood, whose expression was stormy with

explaining. "Mr. Blackwood hasn't settled the bill

I see! No big deal, guys. No need to get all tense over something

her card without hesitation, and

payment.