Elena
Watching as Hydra’s expression crumbled was almost surreal.
Her face flushed a deep red, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. She was trembling—whether from anger or humiliation, I couldn’t tell—as she stood there, suddenly the center of attention.
Just as she had always wanted.
Only… not this kind of attention.
A soft laugh slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
When our gazes met, her eyes burned with hatred—raw, unmasked, almost feral. But instead of getting irritated, I just give her a sweet smile—the same smile she would used whenever I'm in her position.
Now, it was her who experienced what I had experienced so many times.
“Are you okay, Luna?” It was Director Elliot who snapped me back from my thoughts.
I looked at him
