Elena POV

‘Just go.’ A thought crossed my mind. Who knew if he was going to tell me the truth anyway?

“Do you really want to die without knowing why?” His voice was strained. The first real sign of emotion he’d shown all day.

I turned away from the door slowly and faced him, “tell me.”

He stared at me for a while, but then his shoulders relaxed and he gestured me back to the chair I’d been seating on, “sit so we can talk.”

I sat on the chair and raised my hand to stop ...