As we left the hospital, I could tell Elara was still irritated with me for holding her down when it was time for the shot. So, to mend things between us and bribe her a little, I asked the driver to stop at a florist.
Once we parked, I said, "Corta," And Elara nodded, though I noticed her gazing out the window in confusion.
I quickly picked out a bouquet of Lenten roses, the same ones she had admired in the woods before we were attacked, knowing she had taken a liking to them.
When I got back to the car, I presented the flowers to her, and her face instantly brightened.
"For Elara," I said, and she beamed, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek before wrapping her arms around the bouquet, inhaling their fragrance with joy.
"Drive on," I instructed Riley, our driver for the day.
Once we
