Chapter 165

Zarek’s POV

“Elara,” I murmured, “if you ever want to kiss me again, you know you don’t have to ask.”

Her sigh was soft, amused, teasing. I could feel her wolf’s pulse against mine—curious, wary, but playful. Outside, the streets of Cinderholme blurred past, the city waking, unaware of the storms that prowled its shadows. Our trip here was supposed to be simple: deliver my parents’ ashes to the Le