(Elara)
“It's just a bracelet Elara. Stop tugging in it or else you'll hurt yourself,” Camila said as I tried to yank the bracelet off my wrist. It was clasped around my wrist so tight that I was afraid that it was going to form a bruise later.
“Can't you see how clasped tight it is?,” I replied as I tried to remove it with my teeth. “This is hopeless,” I complained and sank into my bed.
“I feel like a dog,” I replied, staring into the ceiling.
Camila arched a brow at me in amusement.
“A pampered dog with a wardrobe, three meals a day, and armed guards. Some people would kill for that.”
I shot her a look. “You’re not helping.”
She shrugged, her lips curving into a mischievous smile that always made me suspicious of her. “I’m just saying, Damon’s obsession with keeping you safe is…
