Ripped Gown

Elara's POV

Leaving the dark, incredibly foul-smelling tavern, the oppressive stench of stale alcohol and unwashed bodies finally released its grip on my lungs. The cool night air of the city hit my flushed face, carrying with it a sudden, jarring sight. We surprisingly found Kaelen waiting incredibly patiently by his sleek black car. He stood there with an aura of undeniable, massive authority,