I stared at Elias, waiting for his answer. The room suddenly felt too small, too close. The soft light filtering through the curtains cast long shadows across Elias's face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and the faint furrow between his brows.
His green eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something in them before he looked away.
"Now, you rest and recover," he said gruffly, standing up from the chair. The wooden legs scraped against the floor, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet room. "That's all you need to worry about," Eloas added in a rather chilly tone.
He knew what I meant, he chose to brush it off. I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment spread through my chest.
Maybe nothing has changed…maybe I'm reading meaning into thi
