Elara's POV
I stared at Thorne, my mouth slightly open. For a second, I thought I had heard him wrong. Give this marriage a try? The words echoed in my head like a bad joke.
I threw my head back and laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh. It was sharp, bitter, and full of disbelief. “Give this marriage a try? Did you hit your head or something?” I asked, still laughing even though nothing about this was funny.
“Who was the one who told me not to come anywhere near him right after our wedding night? Huh? Ring any bells, Thorne?"
Thorne didn’t respond. He just kept staring at me with those intense silver eyes. Water still dripped from his dark hair onto his broad shoulders, tracing paths over the tattoos that marked his skin like warnings. The towel hung low on his hips, but I refused to let
