ELISA'S POV
I stood there for a second, gripping the edge of the counter, listening. The kitchen was too quiet. If Azrien had just been here, then he couldn’t be far. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
I sighed through my nose. “Well, you’d better not be making a scene,” I muttered to myself. With Azrien, a simple misunderstanding could turn into something, since he was still a stranger here.
I tried to tell myself to move, to finish the task like nothing had happened. But my hands wouldn’t cooperate. My mind was still in the woods, still replaying what I saw and trying to figure out what to make of it.
After a few more minutes, I sighed in resignation. I should probably just go out and find Azrien already. At least for the sake of my own peace of mind if nothing el
