Chapter Thirteen
Elora's POV
I was sure by now that nothing happening around me was a coincidence. Everything felt planned. Every glance, every question, every second I spent locked in that room felt deliberate. I was the target.
I realized that someone planned to set me up and the entire thing was working.
Could Lysander really have done this? Could he have set everything up to make me look guilty, to trap me? The thought made my chest tighten. My stomach twisted in knots, and my hands trembled slightly.
I knew he hated me, and he wanted to make me leave here so I would not expose his secret. There was no one else on my mind except from him. Kael will not stoop this low.
Being locked in an unfamiliar room so soon after returning to school was terrifying. The painful part about the whole thing was about Darcey… Darcey was gone. She had trusted me, and now her death was being used against me.
