Chapter 47 Adrian's Past Truth

• Adrian's Past Truth
• The silence in the room was deafening, the air thick with unspoken truths hanging in the air. Flora stood by the makeshift cot where Elena lay, the chill running down her spine refusing to leave her. The woman, barely conscious, was a mystery to them all-someone from Adrian's past, someone he obviously didn't want to talk about.
• Jace and Alice had worked in near silence, tending to the woman's wounds. She was in bad shape-her breathing shallow, blood staining her clothes, her skin a sickly shade of pale. Adrian hadn't said anything, his eyes locked onto hers in a continuous gaze, as if he were waiting for something-an answer, maybe, or some kind of sign.