Elara'S POV
Suddenly, the images vanished. I gasped, my pulse hammering as I came back to the present. My eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself nose-to-nose with Kaelen. His storm-grey gaze searched mine, then darted to my lips before he let go and sat back.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” I whispered, feeling completely violated.
His jaw muscles worked.
“You’re just a witch. There’s nothing special about you, is there?”
“No. There’s not.” I brushed hair out of my face with shaky fingers. “Now, go f**k yourself.”
“You don’t give the orders around here.” He wrung out the cloth and dabbed my cheek. I turned my head away; it was the furthest I could get from him at the moment.
One day, he was going to pay for invading my innermost thoughts. I was going to get him back.
