#Chapter 57: Awkward Encounter

Elara’s POV

I pull away from Zarek, but his hand still grips my wrist.

“Let me go,” I say to him.

“Wait, Elara—,” Zarek starts to say, not letting go. His fingers are squeezing into my skin, and my arm starts to feel uncomfortable.

I look up at his face and see the firm stare in his eyes, but also something else… Almost like sadness… Could it be?

Is Zarek sad… because of me?

I pull away from him a