Elora's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, unable to sleep. I didn't know why, but it was very unusual for me. I looked around the room, my eyes darting between the majestic portraits of Damien that hung on the walls of the room. I panicked! I didn't know why, but I felt so terrified. Thinking about the moments that I had spent with him, the good and bad times, mostly the bad times.
I stood up from the bed and walked around the room slowly, perhaps it was going to induce some sleep. My mind wandered to the night of the attack. What would have happened if I wasn't found? I asked myself as I came to a halt in the middle of the room. The curtains on the window waved as a gentle breeze blew across it. My head was spinning with so many thoughts and just then, my mom crept into my mind. I reca
