AZRIEN'S POV
I had to leave. I couldn’t stay there for another second without doing something I would rather not do.
The kitchen walls were closing in on me; I felt trapped. Elisa’s wide, frightened eyes lingered in my head, burning deeper with every heartbeat. I could still smell the faint trace of the stranger clinging to the air, and I didn’t like it. No one was supposed to touch her—not again.
I had known the moment the stranger escaped that something inside me would unravel if I stayed a second longer. So I stormed out, my jaw locked tight, my fists trembling at my sides as I tried to keep my rage in.
It was cold out here despite the fact that it was afternoon, but it did nothing to calm me. My power was restlessly coming alive—writhing beneath my flesh like a caged beast. I could
