As Charlotte snapped back to reality, she heard a muffled groan.
Elijah had pulled her tightly into his arms, his scent a mix of cold wood and a faint hint of blood.
"Charlotte! Go to hell!"
Ada's hysterical scream sent a chill down Charlotte's spine. She looked up to see a knife hovering just inches from Elijah's chest, its bloody blade glinting menacingly.
Elijah's expression darkened. With a swift movement, he twisted Ada's wrist, causing the knife to clatter to the ground.
Charlotte stared at the knife, still shaken. "Do you even know what you're doing?"
"I'm sending you to hell! To hell! You ruined everything!" Ada shrieked.
Elijah's face hardened. He twisted Ada's arm until she cried out in pain, barely able to stand.
"Let go... Let go!"
Charlotte stepped forward and slapped
