Elara's POV
Sabrina.
My eyes catch her, and I can't help but remember last night. The words she says to me resound in my head as though they're recorded, stealing me from Cassian's presence.
But it isn't just about the words she says.
It's more about the words she refuses to say.
"Wait a moment," I tell Cassian. "I need to meet her… just a moment."
"Elara—"
My feet are too fast, and before I can hear a reply from him, I've already walked too far.
"Sabrina," I call out.
She walks faster, picking up pace. But that doesn't deceive me. She hears me. That's too obvious, but she pretends not to have heard.
Why would she even do that?
Just last night, she tried to profess friendship as though it was a culture among the people in this pack, and the next day she starts putting up the habit of ignoring me—ignoring someone you've called a friend?
Unless she has something to hide.
That's a solid fact.
"Sabrina!" I raise my voice above normal.
