Rosa giggles. It's soft, almost musical, and the sound cuts through me like a blade. My stomach burns and the fear for his life that once attacked me melts into hurt.
I close my eyes for a moment, pushing down the hurt, the jealousy, all of it. This isn't about me right now. Drake was attacked. I need to be an adult about this and find out what happened.
I open the door.
The moment Drake sees me, his hand drops from Rosa's hair. He remains glued to her side like a Siamese twin.
"Elena," he says, and I can't read his expression.
"I just heard," I say, my voice coming out steadier than I feel. I step into the room, letting the door close behind me.
"Are you okay? What happened?"
"I'm fine," Drake says, gesturing to the bandage on his arm dismissively.
"Just a scratch, really."
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