ELODIE’S POV
I couldn’t sit still anymore.
The room had started to feel smaller with every passing hour, the walls closing in not because they moved but because I was beginning to understand exactly what they meant. I had been brought here, placed here, controlled here… and told nothing. Not about what Damon planned. Not about what would happen next. And most importantly not about my father.
The thought of him had been sitting quietly at the back of my mind since the moment I arrived. At first, I told myself Damon would deal with it. That he wouldn’t bring me here without addressing it. But time had passed. Too much time. And no one had said a word.
That silence began to feel deliberate And I was done waiting.
“Where is my father?”
The question came out sharper than I intended, cutti
