Blood continued to flow freely from the wound.
Elara stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, watching the red trail run down her side and stain her trousers. The skin was marked by a long, deep split. It had been so long since she had dealt with such a dangerous injury that she had almost forgotten what to do.
In her panic, she had rushed to her office instead of her home. She was terrified of being seen by a certain someone in her house. Only now did she realize her home was truly empty—it had been over a month since it was. It had also been a month since she had actually slept. She only ever passed out from pure exhaustion. The moment her body felt slightly better, she would snap awake. It was as if her body had forgotten how to rest without Lyra beside her.
