ELARA
The heavy doors of the auditorium clicked shut behind us, cutting off the rabid shouting of the press pit, and an overwhelming wave of pure exhilaration washed through my veins.
As we strode down the private corridor toward our family’s holding room, my brothers flanked me like a royal guard, while Killian walked side-by-side with me, his hand occasionally brushing mine.
I felt avenged. Solid. Thoroughly satisfied. The weight I had carried for five years had evaporated into thin air, replaced by the sweet, intoxicating taste of absolute victory.
A sudden chuckle escaped my lips as the memory of Shawn’s desperate text flashed across my mind.
Are you Nuxia?
The sheer panic he must have felt when I sent that single winking emoji—and the agonizing confusion left in his chest when
