LENA'S POV:
The door burst open again with a force. I turned sharply, my heart racing. It was Demien. His dark eyes were stormy, a mix of anger and desperation. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as though he had just sprinted miles.
Then Rex hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently before stepping back, leaving us alone.
Demien didn't waste a moment. In three long strides, he crossed the space between us, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for me. Before I could say a word, he pulled me into his arms, his grip almost bruising. My body tensed at first, but then I melted into his warmth, feeling his heart pound against mine.
"How did it go?" I whispered against his chest, my voice muffled. "How did the meeting with the council go?"
His arms tightened ar
