Elara’s POV
A few days after graduation, I felt the need to go back to where it all started.
The upscale nightclub where I used to work as a waitress. The place where I met Kael, where I got drunk that fateful night, and where Damien first saved me. So much had changed since then. I had changed.
I asked Damien to drop me off. He looked at me with understanding and gently kissed my forehead.
“Take all the time you need, baby girl,” he said. “I’ll be waiting whenever you’re ready.”
I walked into the club during the early evening, before it got too busy. The lights were still dim, and the music was soft. The familiar smell of alcohol and perfume hit me, bringing back a rush of memories.
My old coworkers were setting up tables when they saw me. Their faces lit up.
“Elara?!”
One of the
