Elara's POV
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words came out too quickly... They were also too stiff
And the moment they left my lips, I knew he didn’t believe me.
Not even a little.
A soft scoff escaped him, low and disbelieving, and it sent a sharp chill down my spine. I turned my head away immediately, my fingers tightening around the handle of my bag resting on my lap.
Anything to avoid his eyes.
Because if I looked at him… I might break.
I couldn't work here. Not in the same place where they were. New York was a huge place, but I already met one of them the day I came back to this country at the airport.
I could see more of them.
Or worse... I could see all of them.
I barely escaped the last time. Even though they wouldn't try to take me back, they would
