Chapter 67: What Are You Hiding?
Elara's POV
The dinner was hardly over when I mumbled some half-baked excuse about being tired and made a beeline for the door. My voice barely carried, but my body sure did, I was out of that suffocating hall like it was on fire.
Every instinct screamed at me to move faster, but I could feel them. The stares. Some sharp, some curious, some confused. And Aria? She didn’t speak again after Kian’s casual but very deliberate warning earlier... yet her silence said more than words. She was watching. Measuring. Storing.
And that was exactly the problem.
The longer I stayed here, the more I realized this entire trip was a slow-motion disaster waiting to blow. One wrong shift. One misstep. One misplaced sentence, and I'd be exposed.
This wasn’t survival anym
