ELYRA.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything I had said to him the previous night Every sharp word. Every glare. The way I had poured my frustration on him as if he was the reason my entire day had gone wrong.
Technically, I could have just walked out of that room.
That was the simplest thing to do.
But no. I had stayed. I had argued. I had let the stress from Star, the maids, the tension, everything — pile up until it burst. And he happened to be the unlucky target.
Or maybe I was the unlucky one.
I turned to my side and pressed my face into the pillow.
“What were you thinking, Elyra?” I muttered to myself.
The contract floated into my mind like a dark cloud. That contract was the only reason I was still here. The only thing keeping my father on his road to rec
