Monroe's POV

“I’ll go get the water.” Tyrell offered while I kept my eyes on Elsa.

“Are you okay?” I asked in a thick voice, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to invade my eyes.

She nodded and smiled, “Yeah, just a little dizzy.” I tried to return her smile but I couldn’t. She shouldn't have used so much power.

“You sure?” I asked.

She sighed heavily, “Shut up before I slice you.”

The corners of my lips twitched slightly with relief, “Okay.”

“Thank you!” She said exasperatedly.

“I got the water, I don’t think they have any cookies.” Tyrell said, handing me the water.

“It’s okay.” I...