Chapter 95

Elvira POV

The market buzzed with energy, laughter here and there, music, and bargaining voices. Bright fabrics fluttered like butterflies from their hanging racks, and the warm scent of roasted chestnuts filled the air, sweet and earthy. Brielle tugged my arm, dragging me between stalls while I struggled to focus. She was talking, fast and excited, like always, but my mind drifted with every object that caught my eye.

“Look, look at that necklace!” I pointed, eyes wide. “And that bag, oh! I want it all.”

“You always say that,” Brielle chuckled, flipping her braid over one shoulder. “Pick one. Or three. Your man’s rich, remember?”

I laughed softly, but the warmth in my chest faltered. Jaxon’s face flashed in my mind, his worried expression, the way he tried to hide it. I hadn’t heard from him since early this morni