Dahlia's POV
The instant Soren mentioned "identity," whatever fleeting warmth had stirred in my chest vanished completely, leaving behind a hollow ache that settled like lead in my stomach.
Of course he would shield me without question. After all these years of harboring feelings for him in silence, protecting me was probably just second nature to him now. Nothing more than habit.
I managed to curve my lips upward, though the gesture felt brittle. "You should consider acting professionally. I almost fell for that performance."
"That cut needs attention."
Soren's brow creased as he studied me, genuine worry clouding his features. Watching him maintain this charade with such dedication almost made me feel sorry for him. Should I manufacture some tears to complete this little scene we were playing?
