I stalked out of the room like my anger alone could scorch the wooden floors beneath my feet.
Typical Elias. Absolutely, infuriatingly typical.
He'd barely looked at me, just enough to scowl, growl, and shove me out with his words like I was some kind of unwanted pest.
Fine. Whatever.
If he wanted to sulk and brood like a walking storm cloud, that was his problem.
But as I clenched my fists at my sides, the truth gnawed at me like a splinter I couldn't dig out.
He was alive. He was awake.
And the moment I'd seen him sitting there, pale, with that stubborn fire still smoldering in his hazel eyes, something inside me had loosened.
Relief.
I hated how strong it was, how much I cared that he wasn't… gone.
Ugh.
Luna Melantha walked beside me, her violet eyes calm and knowing, like she could see right through every messy thought tangled in my head.
