Elara
The Blood Wraith camp is farther than I expected.
Flanked by Antony on one side and the snow-haired girl on the other, I feel the urge to turn and look behind me. Cassian is just a dot in the distance and, despite that, I feel his eyes on me, setting me on fire from within.
His scent, the one I find hard to classify and can only call nocturnal, surrounds me. I feel it on every inch of me. When I think of my skin, I can't help but think of his. Smooth, perfect, and cold as ice, in contact with mine in the lake. Despite being shocked by the encounter with the undine, the memory of his hard chest against mine makes my cheeks burn.
I notice the curious gaze of the girl beside me. I try to focus on what lies ahead.
We reach the camp, and Cassian is no longer even a dot in the distanc
