Elara’s POV
I was mad.
And that word was an understatement.
I couldn’t understand what I felt. It was insistent, wild, and raging. Sometimes, it felt like I needed to do something, that insane urge when my body leaned towards a particular act.
But I found myself stopping most times, not knowing what it was about.
For three days, I refused to look into his room. But because it was hard to keep up with, I let myself cheat in the middle of the night, my feet edging towards the blinds. My eyes narrowed, searching into his room.
But each time, everything was silent in there. The desk had been moved away from the window, and from where I stood, I could see nothing. It was hard accepting it, that everything was only a figment of my imagination, and that whatever was between me and the nei
