ELISA'S POV.
I continued to chat with Caius as we walked, but my mind wasn’t really there anymore. That smirk… that man’s face still lingered in my head. It felt like claws dragging down my thoughts.
Caius said something, maybe a light remark about the weather, or about the shift he had pulled last night—I wasn’t even sure. His words barely reached me. I slowed my steps again without even realizing it.
I stumbled once, my shoes scraping against the floor, and Caius stopped at once. His eyes turned toward me, narrowing slightly as if he could see straight into my head.
“You’re not alright,” he said, sounding completely sure. “Tell me what’s wrong, Elisa. It's clear there's something bothering you.”
I froze. The easy thing would’ve been to laugh it off and lie again, pretend I was tire
