Killian
It took me a long time to get to sleep after leaving Elena’s room. I tossed and turned and twisted in the sheets. My heart was beating so loudly in my chest that it seemed to echo throughout the whole house.
I wondered if one could catch a fever immediately on contact, and if the heat and emotional discomfort I was feeling was because of that.
Elena’s attitude was maddening, especially trying to gauge how quickly and intensely it might change from one moment to the next. I remembered how Tiffany called her unstable, and worried that it could be true.
But even when Elena jumped from polite to possessed with fury in an instant, her eyes were always clear and focused. Her words were concise, and though sometimes weapons against me, nothing about it made me question her sanity.
