Elena
I resurfaced from the basement of the prison, feeling hollowed out inside. The state of the prisoner was frightening to be sure, but something else was bothering me. I couldn’t immediately name, like trying to reach an elusive itch in an unreachable corner of my brain.
“Are you alright?” Killian asked me as we made our way home together.
I didn’t know how to answer, so I didn’t. Also part of me still enjoyed not giving him the satisfaction of knowing my inner thoughts. I glanced at him sideways but kept walking.
“Elena.”
His voice in my head stopped me, our telepathic bond having more of an effect on my free will. I sighed heavily and looked at him.
“I’m alright, just…” I scrunched my face, but he just waited. I had never know Killian to be patient before, but it seemed he
