Elara's POV
I still stand, but she's still holding my hand, gently pulling me across with her.
"I didn't plan for this…" I say, my feet crashing against the floor.
"I know, but this is the ideal moment for us to leave. No guards watching us like hawks… come on, let's go."
"No… I didn't plan for this. So this… this was your plan all along? Asking me to come out so we could escape?"
"I had to do something."
I loosen her grip on me, taking a step back from her. "You planned this without telling me…"
"I didn't have a choice…"
"But I told you I'd made my choice."
"That was no choice."
My eyes are on her, and I want to believe she hasn't said those words. What happened to her telling me she would accept whatever choice I made?
She acted it out. I had doubted she was sincere, but I let go of that doubt.
"What's all this for?"
She touches my hands, and I yank away from her.
"Because I care for you," she says.
"This isn't about caring for me anymore."
