Elera's POV
The evening dragged on with agonizing slowness. I found myself walking to my living room window every few minutes, peeling back the blinds to peer down into the darkened street below. I kept expecting Enoch to materialize out of the shadows with the cold, confident smirk he had worn the night before, but hours ticked by and he was nowhere to be found.
The waiting was eating me alive.
Suddenly, the sharp buzz of my phone in my hand made me jump. I glanced down at the screen, expecting a secure message or an unknown encryption, but my heart sank when I saw the name on the notification, It was Marcus.
'I'm downstairs. Come out. We need to talk right now,' the text read.
My stomach twisted into a tight knot of irritation and anxiety. I absolutely did not want to see him, especially not after everything that had happened at the lab. I deleted the message, determined to ignore him, but a heavy thud against the glass of my lower windowpane made me look down.
