Elena’s POV
Philip was in his room, packing his things. His movements were slow and painful. Blood clotted around his clothes, but the wound had healed. He didn’t complain, he was not looking at Declan in the eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I blamed myself for everything.
“Can't you change your mind?’’ I looked at the professor, who was standing right outside the door.
“This is what you do Elena, you cause havoc. Philip has never stood against me until you came along.’’
“Oh come on, Declan.’’ Philip snapped, he threw his suitcase on the bed and walked to us. Mia was still in the room, seated on the bed, crying. I didn’t know she loved him that much. “I blame no one else but you. Elena has always been venomous. Even now, she has claws deep inside you, spreading her poison. You’re bli
