Elena's POV
"Just breathe, keep breathing," I murmured under my breath as I stepped through the hospital's sliding doors.
Lexie's scream echoed behind me, but I couldn't bring myself to look back. My feet kept moving forward while guilt twisted in my gut.
I'd pushed Dorian forward, fed into his boldness, and now everything was spinning out of control.
The way he'd held me so openly, without a trace of shame despite all the complications.
"Boundaries," I muttered to myself as I navigated through the sterile corridors. "You need to draw the line." Whatever was building between Dorian and me had to stop.
Lexie had witnessed everything—the kiss, the connection—and knowing how ruthless she could be, I needed to watch my back.
"Elena?"
I glanced up to find Quentin approaching with a bag of vending machine treats clutched in his hands.
"Hi," I managed, forcing a tight smile.
His eyebrows drew together. "Everything alright?"
