**Elena**
The smell of damp earth filled my nostrils as I gazed out the window. It had rained heavily last night, as if the skies themselves were wounded by what Xavier had done.
It was past nine, almost time for breakfast to be over. I had decided to stay indoors until everyone else was out of the way.
There was another knock on the door.
“For the last time, can you not disturb me?” I snapped, assuming it was another maid.
This was the fourth time someone had come to call me for breakfast. But I didn’t care. I’d asked for my meal to be brought upstairs, but Xavier had blatantly refused. So I chose to wait him out.
But the knock didn’t stop this time.
In a fit of rage, I yanked the door open. “Are you deaf or something?” I fired at the person standing there.
“Whoa, easy there,” Tri
