Diara POV
"Hello, lovely. I missed you," Eliot said casually when he answered, as if we had been talking all along.
"Hi, Eliot," I was unsure whether I should confront him about his upcoming attack, which might cost us the element of surprise. Instead, I decided to ask, "How are you?"
"You've been on my mind a lot," he said, pausing for a moment. "Have you come to your senses? Are you ready for me to save you?"
I took a few steps deeper into the garden and closed my eyes, exhaling slowly. "I don't need saving, Eliot."
"You do. That man, your mate, is terrible. He killed... he killed..." The silence was heavy. My heart dropped. Who had Kennis killed? A small voice in my head wondered who he hadn't killed.
"Who?" I asked, barely recognizing my own voice. A sick relief was
