Chapter 88

• Elara’s POV
• It’s been days since I showered. Now, I was free, back home away from witches. I stood under the hot shower, feeling the water cascade down my back, soothing the aches and exhaustion that had built up over the past few days. The shower was a temporary escape, a space where I didn’t have to think about Matthew’s death, Lucas’ father, or the chaos that seemed to follow us everywhere.
• I didn’t hear the door open, but I caught my mate’s scent. Lucas had a way of filling a room without saying a word.