Chapter 88

VALENTINA The scent of rosemary and firewood guided me toward the dining room, but nothing could mask the cold pit forming in my stomach. The bracelet was tucked deep in my robe pocket, yet I could feel it—its presence, its weight, its impossible existence. It was so overwhelming. I kept touching it. As if it would vanish if I stopped. I had no idea what I would find when I walked into the room. A clue? A lie? A truth I didn’t want? I have no freaking idea! Papa sat at the head of the long oak table, a steaming cup of wolfberry tea cradled in his broad hands. He looked just as he always did—sharp eyes, a strong jaw, his alpha aura simmering just beneath the surface. Mostly, I am just thankful that he keeps his composure after everything. But something about him felt... heavier this morning. Or maybe that was me? "Morning, my little flame," he greeted without looking up. I managed a smile as I bent to kiss his cheek. “Morning, Papa.” He gestured for me to sit beside him. I obeyed, slidi