AUTHOR'S POV.
Elena stormed out of the room, her heels clicking against the stone floor. Her hands were clenched into fists, her mind racing. She needed to act fast. If Arthur was planning to lock the child's power away, then she had to make sure that never happened.
She reached the dark hallway where Oliver was waiting. His tall figure leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. His sharp blue eyes watched her closely.
She turned to him with a frown. “Just because you have a new face doesn't mean you can just walk around the way you want, this is the palace.”
He shrugged. “No one will find out about it if you don't tell me,” he scoffed. “I guide my own room.”
“Just be careful,” she growled, looking back at the door. “Did Arthur request your presence?”
He shook his head. “But I have to report to him on something.”
“What's that?” Elena questioned.
“It can wait,” he shrugged, taking in deep breaths, placing his hands in his pockets.
“Well?” he asked. “How did your meeting go.”
Elena sig
