Elara’s POV
"You ain’t a boy, right?"
His voice was low. Rough. Dangerous.
And my brain? It was tap dancing between run, lie, and pass out dramatically and hope he buys it.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, nerves bubbling into a stupid laugh as I tried to wriggle my wrist free. “Of course I’m a boy! Don’t I look like one?!”
Kian’s fingers tightened slightly, keeping me in place. His nose twitched. His eyes, goddess, his eyes flicked from gold to crimson like a damn heartbeat.
And I mentally shrieked to wake the i***t up, "MYRA!"
“Stop shouting, i***t!” she barked, pacing like a rabid squirrel. “This is bad! So, so bad! His eyes are lust-red. LUST-RED, Elara! What did you do?!”
“I existed!” I screamed back at her.
Kian’s stare narrowed, his voice a whisper laced
