Elisa's POV
Elisa barely registered the way Nate's arm supported her as he helped her inside the café. Her mind spun, she kept remembering blurry images of the look on Cael's face when he came at them. The rage. The disbelief. Then the guilt.
But those eyes... right before she turned away from him, they weren't angry. They were shattered, like she had been the one that hurt him.
What had just happened felt like a fever dream. He had pushed her, hard. He had hurt her.
He didn't mean to. He he underestimated his strength because of his anger
Her mind kept repeating that.
Gods, how did everything go wrong so fast. Within just a split second.
"Careful, I've got you," Nate said softly, his voice thick with concern as he helped her back inside the cafe and sit on one of the private sitting areas obstructed from general view. It was where staff went to rest sometimes.
