Elora’s POV
I pushed Damien's drunk body off me. He had gone completely flat the moment I kicked him on the groin. Just like I thought, he was under the influence of alcohol.
‘Where the hell did he even come back from?' I wondered as I stared down at his sleeping figure.
A break is all I need from this crazy family. Except craving Salvatore's gentle presence, I wished he was here.
Getting out of my bed, I wobbled into the bathroom and ran a bath for myself. I needed a long refreshing bath to clear off the things on my mind.
Relaxing into the warm water, feeling relieved of the strains in my bones, I closed my eyes to rest. But my peace doesn't last as I hear a bang on the bathroom door.
“Elora!" Damien's slurry voice echoed on the other side of the door. “Open the damn door!" He ba
