Elara's Pov
“Mia,” I said lightly, “you don’t know me that well, it seems.”
Her smile evaporated. I looked around the room and my eyes landed on a long, metal curtain rod leaning against the wall, left from when Kieran had the windows replaced. Perfect. I picked it up without hesitation.
Gordon’s eyes widened in terror.
“Elara… Elara, wait…” Gordon choked, but his voice was weak, muffled by the bloody cloth Elias had given him.
I walked over to him with steady, unhurried steps. The metal rod felt pleasantly heavy in my hand. Lucien stood behind me like a silent hurricane, watching my every move with unreadable eyes. I stood beside Gordon, lifted the rod, and placed the tip directly over the open wound, where his stitches had torn slightly after Lucien’s assault.
“Elara,” Gordon whi
