(Damon)
The door closed behind Elara with a soft click but I still felt her presence as if she was still in the room. Her vanilla perfume lingered, I could feel the heat from where she once stood, the sadness in her eyes as she looked at me like a savior and a jailor at once.
I turned to face Sera, who was leaning against the frame with that practiced ease she always had….the same ease that used to pull me in like a moth to flame. Her eyes swept over the room, and then to me, the corner of her mouth curving upward into a smile.
“Been a while,” she said, her voice smooth but lacking warmth.
“It has,” I replied, keeping my tone normal. “You don’t show up unless it’s important.”
Her smirk faded, replaced with something more serious. “It is important. And it’s about Elara.”
I didn’t have
