Chapter 113: His Name.
Elara’s POV
"Are they not yours?"
The old man asked again, his long beard brushing the edge of the desk as he leaned forward, voice deceptively calm but I could feel the weight of the room pressing down on me.
My eyes flicked to the table.
There it was.
My bracelet.
Or what was left of it.
Its shattered remains lay like a crime scene on a velvet cloth, a cruel little reminder of what I couldn’t control. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, hard. A cuss, a cry, or a full-blown scream, it all bubbled in my throat at once, but I forced it down.
Not here.
Not now.
There were six professors seated in that office.
Each with more magic in their pinky than I could probably command in full consciousness and every last one of them was staring at me like I was a t
