Kaelen'S POV
Elara entered the gym wearing fitted shorts and a sports bra. I did a once-over on her curves before focusing in on the nervous energy rolling off of her. She wasn’t afraid, not in the normal sense. Was it because of all her exposed skin? I knew she didn’t like her scars, and that giant V on her back stood out like a tattoo. The ruined tissue was a few shades paler than her skin, nearly white.
Well, she was getting an eyeful herself today with me in only a pair of shorts, my scarred chest and back in full view. When she glanced my way, a frown tugged at her lips. I found the expression irritating.
“You’re late!” I barked.
She wasn’t, not really, but it was the only criticism I could find.
She sighed, her gaze finding mine. “Can we call a truce? Let’s be honest. I know yo
