Blood in Purple

Elira’s POV

Did he think he was invincible?

“Step out,” I commanded again, but I got no response from you.

I smiled sweetly, and Max, who stood in front of me, shivered.

“You really want me to drag you out?” I asked, pushing past Max and approaching him.

That did it. In a second, he had stumbled forward with his head bowed, sweat dripping down his face. He looked barely older than Sierra. His hands shook as he almost fell bowing to me.

“Who sent you?” I asked.

“—I was just—”

Max looked at me, wide-eyed. “Elira, I mean Miss—”

“Shut up,” I cut him off.

I...