Ella’s POV
And he had been true to his words, he didn't let me go alone with his friend, Dr Harte, acting exactly like the brute he really is.
The ride to the Academy was tense inside the vehicle. Cyril sat beside me, his arms crossed, the best way to describe his presence is that he looks a wall of iron with a big wall surrounding him.
Dr. Harte on the other hand leaned forward in his seat restlessly with his hands fidgeting, his gaze is fixed on the road ahead of us as though sheer willpower might make his sister appear at the gates waiting for him. Together with Cyril’s Beta who is driving the car.
I kept my hands folded in my lap, fighting the urge to bite at my nails. The closer we drew to the school, the more memories pressed in, memories I would rather leave buried in the past.
