Elara's pov
“Can I go to work now?” I asked, my voice laced with pleading as I wiped away the tears I couldn’t hold back.
“Must you go?” he asked, tilting his head down to my height, a smirk tugging at his lips as if he was teasing me.
I nodded quickly, pulling away from him, not trusting my voice.
Reaching the rooftop door, the moment my hand turned the knob, his next words froze me in place.
“I’ll come pick you up, darling,” he said, his tone low—mocking yet strangely gentle.
My heart raced faster. He just called me darling… He was being gentle?
Argh, what was I even thinking? I pushed the door open and walked out without a word. I knew better—he was a playboy. I couldn’t count how many times he’d used those same sweet words on other girls, just to get them to fall into his trap.
