Chapter 51 Gnawing Uncertainty

• ~ Elara ~
• As I left the room, the cold air brushing against my skin, my thoughts still tangled from the argument with Thorne, I turned to go back inside when I saw a familiar figure approaching me. Ronan. My heart clenched at the sight of him - his expression heavy with regret and something else that I couldn’t quite place. Guilt, maybe.
• “Elara,” he said softly, his voice a mixture of sorrow and longing. “I’m sorry.”