Chapter 132: The Scent of Honey

Elara’s POV

Zarek’s gaze was sharp, his eyes narrowing as if trying to cut through my defenses. “What I regret,” he said, voice like ice, “is wasting my time coming here to help you.”

Before I could respond, his hand shot out and gripped my arm—right where the skin was still tender and raw beneath my sleeve. Pain jolted up my shoulder, and I couldn’t suppress the small gasp that escaped my lips.

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