(Elara)
The click of the door sounded softer than I would have wished, considering how hard Damon’s presence had just slammed into my room. For a while, I just stood there staring at the spot he once stood. Replaying his voice in my head over and over again.
You are alive. That’s what matters to me.
How dare he? He dare he utter those words to me?
I hated how my stomach fluttered at his words. I hated how warm he sounded beneath the sharp command….like he truly cared about me…more than in a way a guardian should. I lied to myself that I didn’t want his warmth, only answers. Answers he was refusing to give to me. I wanted freedom and control over my life.
Instead, I had this room. This locked door. This… prison that came dressed in luxury.
My fingers tightened around the comb I had b
