Elara’s POV
The moment I stepped back into my cabin, a heavy breath left my lips.
My hands trembled slightly as I shut the door behind me, the night’s cold lingering on my skin.
I was glad I was able to escape him.
Luca’s confession still echoed in my ears.
"I love you, Elara. I always did."
I pressed my palm against my forehead, shutting my eyes tightly.
I didn't expect it from him.
He didn't look like one who would pour out his emotions.
I saw him to be totally serious and committed with leadership.
Why did he have to say that? Why now? I had been so careful not to encourage him, but it seemed my efforts had failed.
Worse, I saw the way he looked at me—the vulnerability in his eyes, the way his voice wavered when he spoke. Luca had always been serious, the perfect warrior, a
