Elena’s POV

My breath hitched at his words, but he did not give me much of a choice. I had to wait for him to bring it to me.

I hated the fact that I let him pull me here, forcing me into this whole…situation.

I rested my back against the wall, watching as steam curled up into a faint mist that made tiny little lovely patterns under the light. It reminded me of something Aria used to draw as a child.

She would grab a stone slab and supposedly scribble rubbish, but her patterns would ...