ALANA
Knight's eyes widened. "Alana?"
"What are you doing here?" I asked with equal shock.
"Going to the banquet, what else?" His tone was blunt. Sharp. I had to blink several times to keep from crying. I had missed him so much. "You?"
Before I could muster a response, the elevators lurched. I slammed head-first into Knight, my chest squishing against his, head slamming into his chin so hard, he winced out a curse. A fraction of a second later, the lights went out.
"Oh my God," I breathed, hands still clutching the lapels of his jacket. "I am so sorry." Quickly, scrambling back, I didn't realise I'd bumped into a hard metal. "AHH!!"
"Are you okay?" Knight's huge hands found my bony shoulders. He drew away from my touch as if branded by fire. "Sorry—I didn't—I didn't know that was you—I—"
"It's fine," I sank to the tiled floor, careful not to slam my head again. "Burak, what is going on?"
