Elaris POV
Darius strolled in, both hands in his pockets and looking as terrifyingly handsome as ever. The roaring force in my chest eased, and relief spread across my chest.
He was the leanest of them all, with wide, powerful shoulders and enough biceps to suit his powerful body just fine.
His jet black hair was neatly combed as always, and from the few years I have come to know him personally, I knew how many times the comb must have passed through his hair this morning alone. He was always thorough with everything.
His icy blue eyes broke into a smile my way. "Ela," he said, with his deep voice.
Mom rose from the bed. She dumped the phone in my hands, pasting a warm smile on her face. "I will be back whenever I am chanced again to continue my chat with Nathan," she glanced from me to Darius and then back.
I could tell the reason for her sudden wish to leave through the nervousness straining her body tight. Her fingers trembled. "You can stay, Mom, Darius wouldn't—"
