Elara's POV
"What's unsafe about having them with me?" I ask.
At that moment, I forget all about seeing her in that brief moody state that almost made her eyes wet. Her statement about the pictures won't let me think of anything else.
She still sits on the bed, her knuckles pressed against her cheeks.
"There's so much you don't understand about this pack," she starts.
"Understanding this pack, and my parents' pictures—how are they related? Please explain."
"There's so much about it, and there's no time to dig into too many details."
Too many details?
I haven't dug into any detail. Just a word or a line could satisfy my curiosity, but no—she's bending all corners in an insane way, forgetting that I have a mind of my own. She forgets I also have my experience, and therefore my own views.
"There's so much you're hiding. We both know that, even as far as my parents' pictures."
She holds my face in her palms and gently makes me face her. "Elara… do you trust me?"
