“I—”
“I said leave,” Elias repeated, sharper this time. “You can go to the hospital. Felix will meet you there.”
Bianca stiffened. “I want to stay with you.”
The words came out softer, but edged with frustration.
Elias didn’t even hesitate. His gaze hardened.
A silent warning.
Bianca’s mouth tightened. Her eyes flicked between them one last time—lingering on Amara with clear resentment—before she forced herself to step back.
Without another word, she turned and walked toward her car, each step stiff with anger she didn’t bother hiding anymore.
Elias didn’t watch her leave. His focus stayed on Amara.
“There’s nothing between me and her. It’s just—”
But Amara didn’t stay to listen.
She let out a short, humorless breath, already shaking her head as she stepped back from him.
“I don’t care,” she said flatly, lifting a hand in dismissal without even looking at him properly. “I have no interest in your love story.”
Her heels shifted as she turned away, already walking toward her car.
“And next time,” she added over her shoulder, voice cold now, “don’t waste my time with your personal matters.”
But she barely took three more steps.
She reached for the car door—
But before her hand could touch it, Elias was suddenly there.
He closed the distance in a few long strides and, without warning, scooped her off the ground.
Amara froze for half a second—then reacted instantly.
“Let go of me!” she snapped, kicking her legs in the air as she struggled against his hold. “Elias!”
Her legs kicked in frustration, swinging back and forth as she tried to break free, but his grip only tightened.
He carried her straight toward his car, his jaw tight, expression focused.
Amara twisted in his arms, hitting lightly against his shoulder. “Put me down!”
Instead, he placed her on the hood of the car.
The cold metal pressed against her palms as she instinctively pushed herself back, trying to create space.
Elias stepped closer immediately.
He planted himself between her legs, caging her in without actually touching her fully, his presence blocking her escape. His hands came down on either side of her hips on the car for support, trapping her in place.
“Move,” Amara said sharply, shoving at his chest. “I need to go home.”
He didn’t move.
