Elara'S POV
My concentration was s**t this morning as I tried to sustain the shield spell Samuel was teaching me. Unlike other protective spells I’d learned, this one retaliated on whoever attempted to break through it.
Clever, and nasty. I sure didn’t want to get hit with one of those lightning strikes. But my mind wasn’t on the spell, it was on Kaelen.
My fingertips brushed over my neck where the ugly purple bruise had appeared. I spent some time yesterday evening healing myself. If either Lysander or Xavier would have seen the mark, they’d freak. Kaelen didn’t need that s**t from them. Not when I could tell I was finally starting to get under his skin.
Had he hurt me? Yes. But he was also horrified by his actions. And he’d kissed me back—with so much desire I just knew he’d been ke
