ELISA'S POV
Alec shook his head, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. “Of course you don’t. And you—” he snapped, turning to Azrien, his words harsh and angry “Who exactly are you? Don’t think you can stand there and fool me. Speak!”
Azrien lifted his chin. “I’m a traveler,” he said calmly. “I got lost in the woods. I wandered for weeks and ended up here by accident.”
Alec’s lip curled. “Do you take me for a fool? You just happened to wander into my territory and into the cell of a witch? Where are you really from?”
"Would you stop calling me that?! I'm not a witch, Alec!" I snapped.
But Azrien didn’t flinch. “Far from here. I was banished from my home. I’ve been wandering ever since.”
The story rolled off his tongue too smoothly, and I couldn’t help but wonder. Part of me wanted to
