Chapter 62: Me Or Him?
Elara’s POV
The road felt endless.
Wheels groaned over uneven earth, the air thick with the smell of iron, pine, and sweat. For hours, we’d rumbled along cracked paths and muddy roads, the occasional jolt sending someone’s head smacking into the cabin wall...mine included, twice. No one talked about it.
The truck reeked of nerves and power. Every single student had gone from stiff-spined to slouching messes, quietly adjusting weapons, chewing jerky, or straight-up dozing with drool on their tunics. I wasn’t sure how half of them still looked so well-groomed, but here I was... crushed between a silent, brooding Kian and a humming Liam who looked like this was a joyride through heaven.
“Do you always hum when someone’s thinking of murder?” I muttered, glancing sid
