Elara's POV
I turn back.
What…
He isn't standing behind me. No one has come to me. I'm just alone on this path to his room.
But that is his voice. I can tell even if he speaks from a far distance. He isn't here, then who else has called me?
Damn… My imagination is playing silly tricks on me, creating sounds that aren't real. It must be my nerves and the pressure to get to his room that have an effect. My fear of getting caught creates a bad scene in my mind.
It sucks.
I resume walking along the path to Cassian's room, this time, dismissing every thought that I am on the verge of getting caught.
At least, this should be done with a clear head.
"Is that Sabrina?" a man calls from behind me.
Oh… No, exactly what I am avoiding. And the voice, that sounds like Alaric, Cassian's healer, the crazy man who needs him to go on with the barbaric process of using my blood as a cure.
"Is that you?" he asks again.
I nod. If I say a word, he may easily tell, I think.
