Elara'S POV
Hat a f*****g asshole! My pulse thudded in my ears so loudly it nearly blocked my gasping, ragged breath. I shut the bedroom door and wished it could be locked from the inside. With my back pressed to the cool wood, I stared up at the ceiling.
Kaelen and his scars did terrify me—not that I would admit that to him. I couldn’t believe I’d called him a liar to his face. Twice. What on earth had come over me? Did I have a death wish? Was I insane? Probably. My fingers brushed against my neck, and I cringed at the soreness. Jerk, trying to choke me.
I wasn’t sure what made me give in and relax in his grip, some kind of instinct. I knew if I didn’t fight him, he’d let me go. It was a gamble that had paid off. I had meant what I’d said about being tired of running. What difference
