Sabrina’s POV~
I walked up and down the grimy carpet of my hostel room, with anger rushing through my veins.
Elara’s name seared in my mind.
Her father’s crisis had propelled her to somehow manage to be the center of everyone’s attention—Damien’s, Caspian’s, and even Julian’s—and I hated her for it. I had gone to the hospital yesterday, thinking that I could be a supportive friend, one who showed her that I was there for her, even though I didn't care an inch. But before I could even get into her dad's ward, I’d spotted him—Damien, leaning on the hallway wall, his eyes pinning Elara with an intensity that had my stomach rolling. I had turned on my heel and walked out, my nails digging into my palms as I left. She stole everything, and I had had enough of playing nice.
I was no longer stalking, but standing with my fingers curling the side of my desk, the mirror that leaned against five textbooks staring back at my reflection. My hair? Perfect. My makeup? Flawless; but it didn’t matter
