Elera’s POV
I didn’t sleep.
Not even a little.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt it again—that strange pull under my skin, like something inside me was awake and waiting for instructions I didn’t understand.
By morning, I gave up pretending I was fine.
My reflection in the elevator mirror looked worse than usual. Dark circles, tired eyes, hair slightly messy from restless tossing and turning.
“Great,” I muttered. “Supernatural awakening and I look like a horror movie side character.”
The elevator dinged.
Executive floor.
Of course.
The doors opened, and I already knew the atmosphere was different before I even stepped out.
Too quiet.
Too controlled.
Like everyone was holding their breath.
And then I felt it.
Warmth.
That pull in my chest again.
Kael.
I didn’t even need
