Ava's instincts took over. She could not let him see the papers. Not yet. Not until she had figured out what to do. With shaking hands, she shoved the documents under the bed, then straightened up, wiping the tear stains from her cheeks.
A second later, the tent's entrance was pushed aside, and Lucas entered.
Her husband. Her mate. Her father's murderer.
Lucas's eyes instantly locked onto hers. A slow smirk curled at the edge of his lips. "It's too soon to be a sad wife, don't you think?" he teased, his voice filled with playful warmth.
Ava couldn't even force a smile. The weight of the betrayal crushed her chest, making it impossible to pretend. Her lips trembled, and her voice came out hollow.
"Did you kill my father?"
The question sliced through the air.
The teasing glint in Lucas's eyes vanished.
"Ava…" His voice was careful, cautious.
Her fists clenched. "Did you kill my father?" she repeated, her voice firmer this time. "It's a simple yes or no question."
