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Paloma Perez.
“Elijah—”
“Elijah?”
The hand I have on Elijah’s arm falls away like it’s been caught doing something wrong.
Pasiphae’s eyes are glued to mine, not his. My feet feel cemented to the floor, like even my body knows something irreversible is about to happen. My tongue is pressed hard against the roof of my mouth and I swear my heart just forgot how to beat.
“He’s here for me.” Eva steps in, shielding me just as Elijah gently tugs me behind him like I’m fragile glass.
“What!?”
Even I blink at Eva.
“Elijah Vega came for me.” Eva explains as if she is talking to a child. “You asked what he’s doing here…”
“Why would he come here for you?” Pasiphae’s voice is almost breaking apart. Her voice wobbles on the edge of hysteria. I can literally see her pulse fighting aga
