Breaking Point
Elena's Point of View
The walls of her room felt like they were closing in on her, suffocating her. The pulse of her magic was erratic, coursing through her veins, desperate to be unleashed. Every time she tried to focus, to control it, the force slipped from her like sand through her fingers.
Lucien's knock had shattered her fragile sense of calm. She stood frozen, staring at the door, her heart pounding in her chest. Why was he here? After everything that had happened, why now?
"Elena," Lucien's voice came again, softer this time, but insistent. "We need to talk."
She hesitated. A part of her wanted to ignore him, to pretend she didn't hear the man who had become both protector and tormentor. But another part—the part that had always been drawn to the darkness—wanted to open the door. To confront him. To ask him about the things she didn't dare say to anyone else, especially Alexander.
