Chapter 10

ELORA'S POV The door slammed behind me and I didn't even flinch. I walked out with fire in my veins, my heart pounding like it was trying to escape my chest. I didn't care who followed. I didn't want to hear another excuse, another apology, another lie. I needed air. Space. Anything that didn't reek of Lucian. Or Rowan. And then, he followed. I could hear his heavy footsteps behind me. I didn't stop. I wouldn't stop. If I looked back, I might break again, and I was tired of falling apart. Rowan—how could I let myself respond to his touch like that? Stupid Elora. Then I saw him. Aiden. He looked like he wanted to say something. His eyes were soft, lips parted like he was trying to find the right words. But I couldn't do that right now. I don't want to hear a word. Not from him. Not from anyone connected to Lucian. I turned my head slightly, just enough for him to know I saw him—and kept walking. Then I stopped. My chest tightened. Nora. She stood near Maya, her little hands clutched aro