ELLA

I stared at the ceiling, breathing in and out in a bid to steady my nerves. It was futile because the more I tried, the faster the memory of hearing Quincy admit to trying to kill Lucian replayed in my mind.

The entire time, I thought we couldn’t have a conversation due to everything happening around us, but in reality, he was avoiding me because he had a hand in Lucian’s ordeal. We would eventually have to speak, but first I needed to talk to Lyla, and I couldn’t wait until morning.

I got up and glanced around the room in search of my jacket. I picked it up...