Elijah
"You wanted to see me," I say, my voice thick and hoarse from Aaron's former chokehold on my neck. I don't dare touch its tenderness in front of her, if only because I worry I may blink and she may disappear.
As if Gabriela herself is some deathbed vision brought to me as I struggle within an inch of my damn life.
Gabriela looks at me, and it's like the first time again. She looks at me like she sees me. The me that is buried beneath duty and bloodline, beneath the armor I wear.
"What are your intentions?" she asks quietly, gliding across the floor. I hold her gaze, appreciating her beauty before me—how her bright eyes sparkle and how she carries herself with grace. I have no doubt in my mind that she will make a fine queen. My gaze settles on her hips, on the slight curvature o
