Liana POV
Elara’s presence immediately put me on edge. Her sleek appearance, from her carefully styled hair to the smug smirk on her lips, screamed of calculated intent. She closed the door behind her carefully so as not to make a sound.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, her tone syrupy sweet, though her eyes glinted with something darker.
My wolf, Tiara, had her guard up. I stood, trying to steady my breath as I faced her. “What do you want, Elara?”
Her smirk deepened as she walked closer, her steps light but purposeful. “Oh, don’t be so defensive, Liana. I’m just here to... check in on you. You’ve had quite the ordeal recently.” Her gaze flicked over me, as if assessing me.
I folded my arms stubbornly, unwilling to be drawn into whatever game she was playing. “I’m fine, thanks.”
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