Elera
I could hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears as I paced in my room, each step a reminder that my patience was running thin.
Isabella’s name had been carved deep into top list of my enemies for long. But now, Dominic’s name burned hotter sharper like the edge of a blade in my mind. I could almost taste the bitterness on my tongue every time I thought of him.
When Olivia entered, she didn’t need to ask what was wrong. She closed the door softly, and her warm honey-brown eyes studied me like she was trying to read my soul.
“Tell me,” she said simply.
And I did. Every word came out like stones falling from my mouth hard, heavy, unable to be stopped. I told her about Dominic’s sly threats, about the way his eyes followed me like a predator circling prey, about the smirk he wore
