Chapter 89
- Elara’s POV
- I didn’t feel beautiful. Not today. Not with the way I’d been crying on and off, my emotions swinging so wildly I couldn’t keep them straight. But Lucas didn’t seem to care about any of that. His hands were on my waist, steady and warm, and his lips brushed the side of my neck like they were drawn there.
- “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough against my skin.