BRISELLE’S POV.
I didn’t stay in that dusty room a second longer than I had to. The air felt like it was still vibrating with Kai’s presence. I looked down at the sleek black phone in my hand, it was heavy, cold, and felt like a tether to a sinking ship. I shoved it deep into my pocket and pushed through the heavy oak door.
Jenna was exactly where I expected her to be, pacing a hole into the linoleum at the end of the corridor. Her face was a mask of sheer panic. The second she saw me, she practically tackled me.
“Elle! Oh my god, are you okay? Why did he take you in there? Did he threaten you?” She was checking me for bruises, her hands fluttering over my shoulders.
“I’m fine, Jen. I’m okay,” I said, though my voice was still a little shaky.
“Fine? Elle, Kai Thornefield just claimed
