**Elena**
But it seemed to stop mid-air as my fist tightened.
“I don’t care why you came here. If it's to check if I am dead…” I let out a humorless laugh. “Well, too bad. That was your loss. I'm perfectly alive. And you don’t get to break me that easily.”
My chest rose and fell fast.
“And you're lucky,” I added through gritted teeth, “nothing happened to my father.”
I felt the weight of stares, two guards watching from a distance.
I didn’t care. Let them see.
I turned sharply on my heels and walked away, not sparing her another glance. She didn’t deserve it.
But just as I reached the hallway, I felt it—a rough pull on my arm.
What the..
“Xavier?” I gasped, yanking my arm free.
Seriously?
My skin still burned from Mortina’s grip, and now this?
What was it with everyone grabbin
