Elara's POV
Hiding behind Alric might cover the shame, but I guess that's a bad idea.
“Good morning, Miss Elara,” someone on the screen muttered with shivering hands. I waved, my head buried deep in Alric’s back, feeling like cold water had been poured on me.
“Is Miss Elara shy?” Someone teased me. Still buried on his back, turning away from this position, I was going to be seen. Worse, I was in a bathrobe.
“I said the meeting is over. You all go prepare,” Alric’s voice was deep, commandingly calm, and professional. This was the usual Alric, who not long ago was pinning me to the wall and muttering non-stop rubbish.
He suddenly turned to me, my head still lowered. The public was definitely going to ring me out loud.
“What are you doing? Go change out. I’ll drop you off at college,” h
