Elara'S POV
I frowned.
“Why are you treating me like this?”
I kept my voice soft, though annoyance threatened to break through.
“I...”
Xavier ran his palm over his dreadlocks as he half-turned away.
“Just tell me. I can take it.”
He slammed his fist on the desk.
“Because you left us here to rot!”
I stared back at him. He hadn’t seemed particularly emotional about my leaving before, but I was beginning to think that Xavier rarely showed what was going on beneath the surface. He was so calm, cold even. What was he hiding? Me taking my freedom had obviously upset him more than he was willing to admit at the time. Instead, all I got was the cold shoulder.
I had left them here to rot, as he put it. Partly because I believed he didn’t care about me in the way I wanted him to, oth
