ELISA'S POV.
I had been pacing my room for so long that I’d worn an invisible trail across the wooden floor. My mind was restless. Every time I tried to lie down, fear dragged me back up again. The window, the blue sparks, the memory of Azrien’s voice—they wouldn’t leave me alone.
Somehow his absence and the thought of him getting hurt borthered me more than I understood. He was practically a stranger for goodness sake, why should I be so concerned and worried about his wellbeing? Even I didn't understand my reaction myself, but there was no one to ask.
I twisted my hands together and whispered to myself, “He has to come back. He just has to.”
That was when the knock came.
It sounded urgent, and I froze, staring at the door. My heart jumped into my throat. For a moment, I thought it
