Chapter 137 Assuming The Worst

• Elijah
• I strode out of the ballroom, my chest tight and my head spinning. The cool night air hit me like a slap to the face as I pushed through the hotel’s heavy glass doors, my polished shoes clicking against the pavement.
• I didn’t stop until I reached the outer wall, where I leaned heavily against the rough brick, inhaling deeply through my nose. The scent of damp earth and distant rain filled my lungs, grounding me in reality as I tried to shake off the strange pull that had coursed through me mere moments ago.