Claire's POV
I was stunned to learn that Eliam was not Evander's son! But then… why did he look exactly like him? It didn't make any sense. Even if Eliam were Elijah's son, how could he resemble Evander so closely? Something wasn't adding up.
Everything aside, should I tell Evander the truth? The matter was deeply personal which was something between Elijah and Lexi— but the way Evander was pressing me made it clear that I couldn't keep this to myself any longer.
I hesitated, taking a deep breath as I glanced at Evander. His intense gaze was locked on me, waiting for answers. "Brother Elijah was…" I stopped mid-sentence, unsure how to phrase it. My heart pounded in my chest as I clenched my fists tightly.
"Claire," Evander's tone grew sharper, more impatient. "Tell me. What about Elijah?"
I shut my eyes and forced the words out, my voice trembling. "Brother Elijah was… he wasn't interested in women!"
