Elena’s POV
“The Rogues are not going to release her, Elena! You know what they’ll do to her!” Bryson pointed out, voice breaking in pain and frustration as he looked at me with bloodshed eyes filled with so much emotion – worry, anger, fear, helplessness, and frustration.
My eyes turned sharp as I felt pain cursing through my temples.
This useless conversation had been prolonged for so long already. We’re almost going in circles. Every last bit of my patience was being tested, and all I wanted to do right now was push Bryson away or knock some sense of his empty head.
“And rushing in blindly will only get more people killed. Or have you forgotten the lives we’ve already lost today because of Glenda’s impulsive decisions?” I asked, reminding him.
He clenched his fist and looked at me
