Chapter 80 Epilogue

• Elara
• The house was alive with the all-too-familiar chaos of a school morning. Somewhere down the hall, Ella was shouting at Zoe about taking too long in the bathroom, and Zoe’s shrill rebuttal wasn’t far behind. The smell of toast lingered in the air, mingling with the faint bite of fall that crept through the open kitchen window.
• And then there was Alexander—currently wrapped around my legs like he was glued to me, his face pressed into my skirt, and a steady stream of snot soaking through to my skin.