JELENA
“Who were you expecting? You look like you were waiting for someone,” the warm wall finally says.
Oh.
It's Calhoun.
I almost have a mini heart attack because I don't even sense his presence. Go, Jelena, you just had to get drunk.
“I'm guessing you're drunk,” he says as he walks away from me. “How much did you drink to end up like this?”
“I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I didn't realize drinking was prohibited,” I reply sarcastically before I can stop myself.
He turns around to face me, looking almost shocked by my response, but I don't dwell on it, instead, I turn and begin walking toward the stairs. My vision is getting clearer now that I've calmed down a little, even though my heart is still racing at an alarming pace.
“Where do you think you're going?” he asks.
I stop mid-step,
