Luca’s POV
I strode back to my cabin, each step heavier than the last.
I couldn't sleep. I went out on patrol. It was a way I could ease the emotions swirling through me.
The night’s cold air bit at my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat burning inside me.
Elara.
I couldn't help but feel impressed with the courage I summoned to tell her how I felt.
I finally told her. The words had slipped from my mouth before I could stop them, but I didn’t regret it.
"I love you, Elara. I always did."
I meant every word. I wished Elara and I would get married someday.
Yet, the way she had looked at me, she was surprised, hesitant and had sent a sharp pain through my chest. She hadn't rejected me outright, but she hadn't embraced me either.
Of course, she had the right to be.
Was I expect
