ELIA
"Elia," Gahrye said, with a glance at Kalle, "I know you're tired. Why don't we take our meals up to the room?"
Irritation and hot anger speared through her. Why was everyone always trying to manage her, or manipulate her? Why couldn't she just be here and deal with her life without so many people making demands or… hovering?
But then she did shudder and suddenly Gahrye's warnings made sense. She'd been fighting the beast for so long now that she was beginning to be able to ignore the signs of it. It was becoming a part of her.
That wasn't good. "Maybe that's a good idea," she said quietly, and pushed out her chair to get to her feet.
Gahrye looked at Kalle again and Elia wasn't sure why that bugged her, but he got up and gathered his things. "Have a good day at work," he said quietly to Kalle. But he didn't touch her, or stop to hold her.
Elia's stomach clenched.
