Elena POV
I stood stock still in the living room and stared blankly at the tv for a long time, long past when the reporter moved to another piece of news. But I couldn’t hear anything past the roaring in my ears.
Draven. My Draven.
With shaky hands, I finally dialed that number and held the phone to my ear only to hear a cold mechanical voice:
“The person you’re calling cannot be reached at this time.”
No. I had to do something, anything.
I raced to my room and back downstairs after throwing on the first pair of shoes I could find. I didn’t even know what color it was.
At the door, I was stopped by a guard with a scowl on his face. Their leader. Everyone else accommodated me when I had tried to talk to them, everyone except him. All day, everyday, he walked around with a frown on hi
