ELARA’S POV
Everything had gone black. Weird dreams, ones of Theron. Shirtless. Not shirtless. Wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in. Heat, lots of heat. Sweat. It was a blur, but I could finally open my eyes.
Opening my eyes, I looked around me. I was in bed—in Theron’s bed. As my eyes focused, I saw that Theron was in a chair next to the bed, looking uncomfortable in his position, but his eyes closed, signaling he was asleep. I looked down at myself, seeing that I was wearing a nightgown. So he’d changed me, or someone else had. I was not happy with that.
I cleared my throat, which was paper dry. Theron jumped, alert immediately. “Elara?”
“Water?”
He stood, rushing over to the bar and grabbing a pitcher. I imagined the cool liquid coating my throat and snatched the glass he bro
