Marcus and Cassandra pivoted swiftly, ears trembling to the echo.
"Elena!"
" Miss Monroe!"
Elena’s face looked pale as she locked her gaze on Drake.
"Did you push Lyra?" Her words broke harshly.
"Elena!" Cassandra's voice trembled as she rushed to explain, steadying Elena’s shaking arm. "Drake didn’t mean it. At that time Lyra forced him to look at that photo. Drake pushed her aside, gently, never knowing a car would emerge from the dark. He fought to pull her back, but the world had moved too fast. He even broke his arm trying!"
Her words tumbled quickly, desperate to shield Drake. Elena’s mind locked tight, circling back to the one crack in Cassandra’s words.
If not for your push, Lyra would still be safe from that car.
Rage and grief surged Elena’s veins. With a cry, Elena tore
