Chapter 146 Hundred And Forty Six

• ARIEL'S POV.
• It was Elena. At least, that was who she looked like. Her walk was steady, her head held high, and her eyes focused directly on us as though she had been waiting for this moment. I froze in place, my thoughts scattering.
• But something was off. The way she carried herself wasn’t Elena. Her steps weren’t rushed, her posture wasn’t casual. There was something heavier in the way she stood there.