Damien Sylvester
For almost an hour, I looked around the campus for Elena, going to the building that housed first-semester post-graduation students. But she didn’t live here, and no one knew her. But I wasn’t giving up. I would seek her out and take her home with me.
Back in Beacon, we had been calling her all day, but she had ignored our calls.
After her sudden disappearance, Aunt Jess broke down completely. In Alex’s absence, she requested me to find out about Elena.
“I will seek her out, Aunt Jess. I’ll take care of her.”
I knew she had fled because of me. Guilt ate me up. I should have stopped her from leaving. Last night, her drunken meltdown was proof enough of her intentions. Why hadn’t I taken it seriously? I shouldn’t have left Elena alone.
Mad fury coursed through my v
