Elena POV

He took one look at me and his face darkened as he found his answer, “it is.”

Cursing quietly, he walked faster, “how is this even possible? You were supposed to have it at eighteen.”

“Well,” I started, but he immediately cut in.

“Stop talking,” he growled, as he kicked open a door, and flipped on a light switch, “you need to save your strength.”

He laid me gently down on a chair and turned to leave the room.

I grabbed tightly onto the hem of his sleeve, ...