Chapter 78

Back to Elara’s Point of View:

The faint scent of lavender clung to the sheets. Soft morning light streamed through sheer curtains, painting golden lines across the polished floor. Somewhere close, I heard birdsong. Peaceful, beautiful even—yet completely out of sync with the storm inside me.

My body ached like I’d been ripped apart and stitched back together again. Muscles sore, mouth dry, skin f