Ayla's POV
The assistant opened his mouth to answer, but before he could…the elevator shook again.
My soul left my body.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, pounding the door. "OH MY GOD, ARE WE GONNA DIE HERE?! SOMEBODY HELP! OPEN THE DOOR!"
The assistant tried to speak over me, calm as ever. "Miss, please relax—"
"RELAX?!" I yelled. "DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO CAN RELAX?! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE IN AN ELEVATOR…AND DEFINITELY NOT WITH HER!"
Elena turned slowly, her expression unreadable. I didn't even look at her face…I was too busy flailing and blabbering.
"I just paid two years of rent!" I wailed. "I haven't even spent a full month there! My cat Nora is pregnant…if I die, I won't even see my grandkittens! I haven't even gotten revenge on someone yet, and now I'm dying with her again!"
Elena's voice finally echoed, calm and deep. "It's a minor issue. You'll have plenty of time to do all that…and get your revenge. You're not dying."
