-Elena-
“You can get her back?” I asked, staring defiantly into the red-eyed man’s gaze.
“With time, yes,” he replied.
I shook my head at his answer. “With time” could mean years before I saw even a glimpse of her.
“She doesn’t have time. I want her back now!” I demanded, my voice rising.
It was clear my demands annoyed him. I could see his irritation grow.
“Dammit, Elena, don’t you see I’m trying to help?” he shouted, slamming his hand down on his desk.
His eyes suddenly glowed red, and I noticed everyone else in the office bow their heads, as if afraid to look at him.
“And why do you want to help me? You’ve made it clear that you’re worse than Marcus and that I’m your prisoner. So don’t act like you’re doing me any favors,” I sneered.
My defiance only seemed to fuel his anger. I
