Elara'S POV
That evening I was struck with a brilliant idea. I mentally kicked myself for not thinking of it sooner. It could have, potentially, saved me a lot of inner turmoil. Or it could totally backfire. The outcome depended at least somewhat on Kaelen’s mood.
After asking several guards, I was directed to a gym on the ground floor that I never knew existed. Thumping sounds were nearly drowned out by blaring, heavy beat electronica music. I poked my head inside the open door and my gaze landed on Kaelen’s scarred, muscular back. He was beating the s**t out of a punching bag suspended from the ceiling.
I paused, staring. He wore a pair of shorts, that was all. On bare feet, he bounced up, to and away from the bag as it swung from thick chains. My gaze traveled up his brawny calves a
