Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Elara’s POV

"I was starting to think she kept all the handsome ones hidden away for herself."

Finnian blinked. Then laughed—a real laugh, warm and surprised, like he’d forgotten that sound existed somewhere inside him. The rigid line of his shoulders loosened by a fraction. His hand was still wrapped around Brenna’s.

"She didn’t mention you either," he said. "Which seems like a serious oversight."

Brenna tilted her head. Her dark eyes sparkled. "Ela has a habit of leaving out the important details. I’ve learned to just show up and fill in the blanks myself."

"Efficient," Finnian said.

"I prefer ’indispensable.’"

They were still holding hands.

I watched this unfold from behind the safety of my wooden spoon, a strange warmth spreading through my chest that had nothing to do with the steam rising from the pot. Brenna’s cheeks were pink—not just from the cold anymore. And Finnian... Finnian looked like a man who had just walked out of a dark room into unexpected sunlight.

Beside me, Kaelen radiated displeasure like a furnace. His knife came down on a tomato with more force than necessary. The blade hit the cutting board with a sharp crack.

I ignored him.

"Those eyes," Brenna murmured, releasing Finnian’s hand at last but not stepping back. She gestured vaguely toward his face. "Are those real? That shade of blue shouldn’t be legal."

Finnian’s ears turned red. Genuinely red. The blush crept up from his collar and consumed his entire neck. He rubbed the back of his head. "They’re—yes. They’re real. Just what I was born with, nothing special."

"Nothing special, he says." Brenna looked at me over her shoulder. "Ela, are you hearing this?"

"I’m hearing it," I said, unable to suppress a smile.

"And yours," Finnian said quietly, recovering with the steadiness I’d come to associate with him. He met Brenna’s gaze directly. "Brown like autumn. Warm. The kind that makes a person feel like they’ve come home."

Brenna’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. For the first time in all the years I’d known her, she was speechless.

The moment hung in the air like a held breath.

Then Kaelen’s knife cracked down on the cutting board again, splitting a tomato clean in half with the precision of an executioner.

Both Finnian and Brenna flinched.

"So," Kaelen said, his voice deceptively casual. "Finnian. You work in the north?"

Finnian turned toward him. The softness that had appeared during his exchange with Brenna didn’t disappear entirely, but it was joined by caution. He straightened. "I do. My family runs a smithy in our territory. Ironwork, mostly. Weapons, tools, structural fittings."

"A blacksmith." Kaelen’s tone was flat. Neither impressed nor dismissive. Simply... cataloguing.

"Among other things." Finnian folded his arms across his chest. "We supply several northern estates. I’m in the capital to meet with a new supplier tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning," Kaelen repeated.

"That’s right."

A silence followed that could have cut glass.

I turned from the stove, wiping my hands on a cloth. "Which reminds me—Finnian, where are you staying tonight? You mentioned you haven’t arranged lodging yet."

Finnian shook his head. "I figured I’d find an inn near the merchant quarter. Something simple."

"Don’t be ridiculous." The words left my mouth before I’d thought them through. "You escorted me all the way from the north. Your family took me in when I had nothing. The least I can do is offer you a place to sleep."

Kaelen went very still beside me. The kind of stillness that preceded storms.

I didn’t notice. I was already working through the logistics, counting rooms in my head.

"The apartment is small, but we can make it work," I continued. "Valerius has a trundle bed in his room. You could take that. And Brenna—" I turned to her. "You could stay in my room with me. We’ve shared tighter spaces."

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