ISLA
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as Darian's eyes scanned the group of students.
"I'm looking for Elara," he said, his voice cold and detached. "Anyone with that name?"
The name felt familiar, like a whispered secret in the depths of my mind. I couldn't quite place it, but it seemed to stir something within me. Suddenly, a memory flashed before my eyes - a dark, distorted dream where one of the men was calling out to someone named Bloodrena. The name sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as Darian's eyes locked onto mine.
Adrian, still rubbing his chin, looked up at Darian with a mixture of fear and defiance.
"I don't think anyone here knows anyone by that name," he said, trying to sound convincing. But Darian's eyes seemed to bore into my
