Elian's POV
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"What in the name of everything unholy is your plastic ass doing here?" Elian sneered at Estella, eyeing her without holding back.
Not with everything he knew about her now.
"Elian!" Estella gasped with mock shock, placing her right hand on her chest. "No need to be so vulgar. I only came here to collect what's mine."
Lucian, who was silent, arched an eyebrow, turning his eyes to her. "I told you I have everything under control and you didn't need to follow."
Elian frowned, looking at the two of them with confusion.
Something ain't right.
"And I told you," she stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I want to help Elian. Even though he's playing games I don't understand."
[I smell foul play here and it's not looking good.]
Elian's mind reeled as he thought about what Estella was driving at.
The only thing that was "hers" was... The communication earring!
