Elara's pov
I had been in bed for most of the day, staring at the ceiling, and for the first time in two months since I'd been dragged into this world, I didn't wake up with a heart full of panic.
Instead my thoughts kept circling back to the twins.
Since that night in the forest with Lucian, he barely spoke to me unless he was at his breaking point and needed the tether. The session had changed too. The pull that had started to feel manageable was gone replaced by the hot agony that left me trembling for hours after it was over.
I had gathered what little courage I had, with tears in my eyes and asked him what that night meant.
"It was a momentary loss of common sense," he'd said.
So I stopped asking and did my work.
Then there was Killian.
It had been weeks since the training started and since he had brought my father to the manor. He had been so nice and patient with me and I had spent the last few days wondering how I could ever repay that kindness.
