Elara's POV
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the medical center with Seraphina?"
Ryan stood in the middle of the room. His face was pale — the specific pale of someone who'd lost too much blood. His forearm was wrapped in a bandage that had already soaked through.
I felt nothing looking at it.
Nyx said coldly: 'He brought it on himself.'
Ryan wasn't paying attention to my tone. His gold-amber eyes had gone straight to the design on the table and hadn't moved.
"Elara. You designed this for me, didn't you."
It wasn't really a question. He was already reaching for it.
I got there first.
"What are you planning to do — take it to Seraphina and tell everyone she designed it?"
The cold edge in my voice wiped the excitement off his face.
"Elara. Your talent speaks for itsel
