Chapter 7 – Eyes of the Storm
(Elena’s POV)
The glass was being hit by rain, and the wipers were cutting through sheets of silver. Lightning always lit up Lucen’s clenched jaw, Draven’s strong, calm face, and the dark space between them that felt alive.
Thoughts of the bullets that had almost hit me could still be heard behind us. It smelled like blood and silver on my skin.
"What the hell just happened back there?" I let out a gasp, and my voice broke.
Lucien went after Draven. "You brought them here."
Draven looked straight ahead at the road. "You think too highly of me. Since she ran away from the altar, they have been tracking her."
It made my stomach hurt. “Tracking me? How?”
"The way you scent. Your family bloodline," Draven said. "Both are not common. When the Moonfire Bond
