CHAPTER 27:
Elodie’s POV
I successfully avoided Micheal throughout the day. I was slipping into the room, when his gruff voice finally called me
“Little girl.”
I groaned, turning towards him, forcing a smile that held no warmth and did not reach my eyes.
I loathed him. I wanted to kill him, but I couldn’t. Darkness coiled around him, bubbling beneath my skin as he walked closer.
His footsteps creaked on the ceramic floor. I clasped my hands behind me, holding the book I had carried.
He stopped in front me, studying my face.
“Still dwelling in your daydreams?” He mocked.
This wasn’t a fantasy. Being tied to my movements was never a fantasy. But yes–I wanted to dwell in it.
“Go back and join Milan with the work,” he ordered, grabbing my arm.I flinched.
Surprised with mysel
