ELARA
Gerald jumped away from me, our eyes locked to the woman lingering in the doorway, devilment playing in her eyes, lips twitching with what I could only name a smirk. I shrank deeper into the wall, wishing it would open and swallow me.
"Jocelyn?" Gerald said, his voice steady, not a hint of agitation about how his mate would react after what she just saw.
Her gaze shifted to me as her feet calculatedly approached. "I was looking everywhere for you," she purred to Gerald, too calm for my comfort. "Because we have a visitor." She stopped right in front of Gerald, her finger sliding up to caress his chin, stopping at his lower lip, eyes never leaving mine.
He took a step back, grabbing her wrist forcefully. "You should have sent one of the servants. Let's go." He literally dragged he
