Elara’s POV
The endless loud whistling of the bird I used to hate the most seems like the perfect alarm now.
Today was college, and I was just getting out of bed by 9 a.m. Worse, I wasn’t at my apartment. Dragging my exhausted body off the bed, I realized I was only covered with a white robe.
I can’t run out of his house like I always did. Usually, I would wake up and grab onto his clothes.
Sneaking down the stairs, I heard a couple of noises in the kitchen, then his voice, cold and deep, resounded from there.
“I’m not sure, Ken,” he said from there. He was probably busy with his conversation and wouldn’t notice me.
But I couldn’t run away in a robe, and I was late. He was also late for college, but he was the king of Mooncrest,the almighty golden with all luxury. Of course, he would
