Elara's POV
What the hell?!!!
Like a robot, I dove to shield Marco's eyes, with a mix of emotions pulsing through me; anger, bitterness, pain… but not sympathy.
Sofia could go to hell and burn for all I care. I'd be the last person to bottle her ash, and if I ever did, I'd take it to a haunted house just so her soul would never find rest.
“Leave!”
All of me vibrated as I dished out a command directed to Marco. He shouldn't be here… he shouldn't be looking at his abominable sight.
When he didn't make any move, I spun to face him. Seeing he wasn't admiring her made my heart settle for a minute. At the sight of Sofia's nudity, he cussed and immediately looked away, still trapped in the same spot.
I looked from him to Sofia, who did almost nothing to clean up her mess. All smart a
