Elena's P.O.V
As Vincent forcefully pulled me through the labyrinthine hallways, confusion and fear mingled within me like a storm. I had never seen him so agitated before, and the intensity of his reactions caught me off guard. The initial plan was to keep my thoughts to myself, to shield him from the inner workings of my mind, but the circumstances seemed to be rapidly spiraling out of control.
The echoes of our hurried footsteps reverberated off the cold, dimly lit walls. I struggled to keep up with Vincent's determined pace, his grip on my arm firm and unyielding. The need to know where we were headed gnawed at me, but whenever I attempted to question him, he remained resolutely silent, as though verbal communication was beneath him at that moment.
