Bianca's POV
I stared at Elara's unconscious form as they wheeled her into the holding cell's small medical wing. Her face was ghostly pale, making the dark circles under her eyes stand out like bruises. The paramedics had stabilized her, but she needed proper medical care—care I wasn't sure she deserved after what I'd learned.
"Will she be okay?" Officer Jenkins asked, hovering in the doorway.
"For now." I checked her pulse again. Weak but steady. "She needs monitoring."
When the door closed behind Jenkins, I slumped into the chair beside Elara's cot. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving only confusion and anger in its wake.
Had everything about our friendship been a lie?
The memory of Elara collapsing replayed in my mind. Her dramatic fainting spell seemed too perfectly timed—right when I was about to test her blood. Even the color of her blood had seemed off, darker than normal.
