Chapter 152: Grabbed The Hem Of His shirt

Elara’s POV

"Zarek," I called out his name.

"I'm here."

Slowly, consciousness returned. The kaleidoscope of moths disappeared one by one, fading like morning mist. The dungeon holding Lyra dissolved into nothingness, revealing the stone walls of the underground maze once more.

As awareness flooded back, I realized with a jolt that I was cradled in Zarek's arms, my head resting against his chest. I