Liora patted her shoulder consolingly.
"Elara!"
Despite her efforts to hide, Elara was spotted.
Mira instantly understood why the girl had been cowering.
Standing beside a sleek Audi was a middle-aged couple.
The man, somewhere in his late fifties, wore an unzipped black leather jacket that barely concealed the beer belly straining against his sweater.
The woman was tall and dripping in wealth, dressed in a pristine white down coat and knee-high leather boots.
Her hair was elegantly pinned up, her diamond earrings catching the late-afternoon sun. Her immaculate makeup masked her age so perfectly she could have passed for Elara's older sister.
She waved frantically. Seeing Elara shrink back, the couple hurried over.
"Elara, sweetie! Mommy bought you so many beautiful new clothes. Come see!"
Before they could get within ten feet, Brayden Knox stepped smoothly into their path, his massive arm acting as an impenetrable barricade.
"Step away from the girls."
"Who do you think you are?"
The man was built like a tank and clearly dangerous.
Brayden merely stared her down, refusing to grace her with a response.
"Who are you people?"
Mr. Harth asked, stepping out from the crowd of exiting students.
"I'm Elara's mother."
"Huh? Elara's mom? I thought she didn't have one," Liora blurted out.
"Elara, is this woman your mother?"
Mr. Harth asked gently.
A crowd of curious students had already formed a circle around them, their eyes glued to the drama.
"Elara, Mr. Harth is asking you a question."
Mira prompted softly.


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