**Elena**
The room fell into silence, only broken by the sound of Syra gasping, her hand flying to her mouth as she stumbled back.
“No…” she whispered.
Callan looked like someone had drained the blood from his veins. “ Was the sedative not effective..?”
Xavier growled low in his throat, already turning toward the guards stationed near the door.
“Get Helena home. Right now.”
“What?” I blinked. “No…”
“She’s unstable,” he snapped. “Armed. She’s not going after me, she’s going after you.”
He faced the guards. “Escort her. I’ll find Trisha myself.”
My fists clenched. “I’m not weak, Xavier.”
“You almost died,” he said, eyes flaring. “I’m not risking that again.”
Syra stepped forward, voice trembling. “We’re so sorry…Xavier, please believe me. We never thought it would get this far. We
