Elsa
Lucas finally showed up, and the look on his face told me everything I didn’t want to know. Cold and indifferent, it was as if he had already made up his mind before I even spoke.
“What do you want, Elsa?” he asked, his tone flat, showing no sign of warmth or concern.
“Your help, Lucas,” I responded quickly, desperation creeping into my voice, but he just shook his head.
“Go away, Elsa. There is no help for Adam here,” he said, turning to walk away, leaving me standing there, feeling utterly hopeless.
“Please, Lucas. Let us speak in private,” I begged, but he ignored me and continued walking. Feeling the weight of the situation crushing me, I reached out to him through our mental link.
‘Please, Lucas, let us speak in private. I am desperate,’ I pleaded, the rawness of my emotion
