Elara
I had thought working at the bar would be simple.
Serve drinks. Smile when necessary. Maybe carry trays or clean tables. Something temporary that would help me pay off what I owed and get out before it became anything more complicated.
I realized within an hour that I had been completely wrong.
Then my gaze drifted across the room and my heart nearly stopped.
Damian.
For a split second, I could only stare at him. Of all the places in the city, of all the nights, why did it have to be here? Heat rushed to my face as I remembered exactly what I was wearing. I wanted to disappear before he noticed me.
But when our eyes met briefly, I knew he already had. I quickly looked away, wishing the floor would open beneath my feet.
It didn't help that Caleb was talking t
